Old And New Make The Warp And

When We Have Arrived At The Question, The Answer Is Already Near.

I Always Seem To Suffer Some Loss Of Faith On Entering Cities.

Solitude, The Safeguard Of Mediocrity, Is To Genius, The Stern Friend, The Cold, Obscure Shelter Where Moult The Wings Which Will Bear It Farther Than Suns And Stars.

God Will Have Life To Be Real; We Will Be Damned, But It Shall Be Theatrical.

There Is No Chance And Anarchy In The Universe. All Is System And Gradation. Every God Is There Sitting In His Sphere.