It May Be Remarked In Passing That

Do You Hear The People Sing? Singing A Song Of Angry Men

There Is Will In The Thought, There Is None In The Dream. The Dream, Which Is Completely Spontaneous, Takes And Keeps, Even In The Gigantic And The Ideal, The Form Of Our Mind. Nothing Springs More Directly And More Sincerely From The Very Bottom Of Our Souls Than Our Unreflected And Indefinite Aspirations Towards The Splendours Of Destiny.

...it All Seemed To Him To Have Disappeared As If Behind A Curtain At A Theater. There Are Such Curtains That Drop In Life. God Is Moving On To The Next Act.

The Repose Of Darkness Is Deeper On The Water Than On The Land.

Creation Lives, Grows, And Multiplies; Man Is But A Witness.