No Mortal Has A Right To Wag

The Dead Are All Holy, Even They That Were Base And Wicked While Alive. Their Baseness And Wickedness Was Not They, Was But The Heavy And Unmanageable Environment That Lay Round Them.

Properly Speaking, All True Work Is Religion.

O Thou That Pinest In The Imprisonment Of The Actual, And Criest Bitterly To The Gods For A Kingdom Wherein To Rule And Create, Know This For A Truth: The Thing Thou Seekest Is Already Here, "here Or Nowhere," Couldst Thou Only See.

Woe To Him, . . . Who Has No Court Of Appeal Against The World's Judgment.

A Frightful Dialect For The Stupid, The Pedant And Dullard Sort.