Yet A Man May Love A Paradox,

The Good Rain, Like A Bad Preacher, Does Not Know When To Leave Off.

His Heart Was As Great As The World, But There Was No Room In It To Hold The Memory Of A Wrong.

God Will Not Have His Work Made Manifest By Cowards

Every Spirit Builds Itself A House; And Beyond Its House, A World; And Beyond Its World A Heaven. Know Then, That The World Exists For You: Build, Therefore, Your Own World.

As Every Man Is Hunted By His Own Daemon, Vexed By His Own Disease, This Checks All His Activity.