The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

He Who Gives Quickly Gives Twice / In Nothing So Much As In A Letter.

You're Not Free Until You've Been Made Captive By Supreme Belief.

Victory Won't Come To Me Unless I Go To It; A Grape Tendril Ties A Knot In Knots Till Knotted Thirty Times

The Ocean, Under The Pulsation Of Lighthouses And Noise Of Bell Buoys, Advances As Usual, Looking As If It Were Not That Ocean In Which Dropped Things Are Bound To Sink-- In Which If They Turn And Twist, It Is Neither With Volition Nor Consciousness.

At All Events There Is In Brooklyn Something That Makes Me Feel At Home.