Sometimes The Devil Is A Gentleman.

Joy, Once Lost, Is Pain

Man's Yesterday May Never Be Like His Morrow; Nought May Endure But Mutability.

Deep Truth Is Imageless.

The Pilgrim Of Eternity, Whose Fame Over His Living Head Like Heaven Is Bent, An Early But Enduring Monument, Came, Veiling All The Lightnings Of His Song In Sorrow.

Whatever May Be His True And Final Destination, There Is A Spirit Within Him At Enmity With Nothingness And Dissolution. This Is The Character Of All Life And Being.