The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy

The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of Freedom's Tree.

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

It's Not About The Body; You Are Consciousness. That's What You Are. Your Consciousness Is Already Out Of Your Body. You Don't Need To Get Out Of Your Body, You Just Need To Get Into Your Consciousness.