They Devour Each Other And Cannot Even

Before The Effect One Believes In Different Causes Than One Does After The Effect.

No Honey Is Sweeter Than That Of Knowledge.

I Love Him Who Loveth His Virtue: For Virtue Is The Will To Down-going, And An Arrow Of Longing.

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.

Will, Pure Will, Without The Troubles And Complexities Of Intellect - How Happy! How Free!