To Be Free Of Belief And Unbelief

I Can’t Reveal The Mystery To Either Saint Or Sinner; I Can’t State At Length What I’ve Said Curtly; I Achieve An Altered State That I Can’t Explain; I Have A Secret That I Cannot Share.

Ah Love! Could You And I With Him Conspire To Grasp This Sorry Scheme Of Things Entire Would We Not Shatter It To Bits-and Then Re-mould It Nearer To The Heart's Desire?

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

By The Help Of God And With His Precious Assistance, I Say That Algebra Is A Scientific Art. The Objects With Which It Deals Are Absolute Numbers And Measurable Quantities Which, Though Themselves Unknown, Are Related To "things" Which Are Known, Whereby The Determination Of The Unknown Quantities Is Possible.

The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ, Moves On: Nor All Your Piety Nor Wit Shall Lure It Back To Cancel Half A Line, Nor All Your Tears Wash Out A Word Of It.