The Leafy Blossoming Present Time Springs From

Every Noble Crown Is, And On Earth Will Forever Be, A Crown Of Thorns.

The World Is An Old Woman, And Mistakes Any Gilt Farthing For A Gold Coin; Whereby Being Often Cheated, She Will Thenceforth Trust Nothing But The Common Copper.

Parties On The Back Of Parties, At War With The World And With Each Other.

Is Not Light Grander Than Fire?

He Who Takes Not Counsel Of The Unseen And Silent, From Him Will Never Come Real Visibility And Speech.