Reason Is Our Soul's Left Hand, Faith

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

Any Man's Death Diminishes Me, Because I Am Involved In Mankind; And Therefore Never Send To Know For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee.

The Whole Life Of Christ Was A Continual Passion; Others Die Martyrs But Christ Was Born A Martyr. He Found A Golgotha Even In Bethlehem, Where He Was Born; For To His Tenderness Then The Straws Were Almost As Sharp As The Thorns After, And The Manger As Uneasy At First As His Cross At Last. His Birth And His Death Were But One Continual Act, And His Christmas Day And His Good Friday Are But The Evening And Morning Of One And The Same Day. And As Even His Birth Is His Death, So Every Action And Passage That Manifests Christ To Us Is His Birth, For Epiphany Is Manifestation.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.