Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.

Fine Thoughts Are Wealth, For The Right Use Of Which Men Are And Ought To Be Accountable,-- If Not To Thee, To Those They Influence.

As The Master So The Valet.

Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.