From Within Or From Behind, A Light

There Was Never Anything That Did Not Proceed From A Thought.

The World Is Upheld By The Veracity Of Good Men: They Make The Earth Wholesome.

I Like The Church, I Like A Cowl, I Love A Prophet Of The Soul; And On My Heart Monastic Aisles Fall Like Sweet Strains Or Pensive Smiles; Yet Not For All His Faith Can See, Would I That Cowled Churchman Be.

Pride Eradicates All Vices But Itself.

When It Is Dark Enough, Men See The Stars.