Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

To Believe And To Understand Are Not Diverse Things, But The Same Things In Different Periods Of Growth.

So Lonely 'twas That God Himself Scarce Seemed There To Be.

Of No Agenor Of Any Religion, Or Party Or Profession. The Body And Substance Of His Works Came Out Of The Unfathomable Depths Of His Own Oceanic Mind.

Nature Has Her Proper Interest; And He Will Know What It Is, Who Believes And Feels, That Every Thing Has A Life Of Its Own, And That We Are All One Life.

A Rogue Is A Roundabout Fool.