Now I Am Sober And There's Only

The World Is A Mirror, An Imaging Of Love's Perfection.

I'm In Love! Your Advice, What Are They? Love Has Poisoned Me! Your Remedies, What Are They? I Hear Them Shout: "fast, Bind Him Feet!" But If My Heart That Has Gone Mad! Those Strings On My Feet What Is The Point?

Many Of The Faults You See In Others, Dear Reader, Are Your Own Nature Reflected In Them.

Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not From Those Other Jars.

With Each Passing Moment, A Soul Sets Off To Find Itself.