» Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.
» Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!, underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit -- Life!
» A wounded deer leaps the highest.
» Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
» Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat.
» Beauty is not caused. It is.
» The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.
» Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
» He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
» There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.