Don't Cry Upon You Losses Don't Mesure

There Was A Door To Which I Found No Key: There Was The Veil Through Which I Might Not See.

The Entire World Shall Be Populous With That Action Which Saves One Soul From Despair.

This Clay, So Strong Of Heart, Of Sense So Fine,surely Such Clay Is More Than Half Divine--'tis Only Fools Speak Evil Of The Clay,the Very Stars Are Made Of Clay Like Mine.

A Hair Divides What Is False And True.

Into This Universe, And Why Not Knowing Nor Whence, Like Water Willy-nilly Flowing; And Out Of It, As Wind Along The Wate, I Know Not Whither, Willy-nilly Blowing.