No Man Can Be Convinced When He

All Fled—all Done, So Lift Me On The Pyre— The Feast Is Over, And The Lamps Expire.

It Is Better To Go In The Dark When The Road Must Pass A Lion And There Is No Other Road.

It Is Not Pleasant To Come Upon Death In A Lonely Place At Midnight.

I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, & Am Content.

While We May Open The Books Of The Past, We May But Grant Flying Glances Of The Future, Through The Mist That Veils It.