There Is In Every Miracle A Silent

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call In, And Invite God, And His Angels Thither, And When They Are There, I Neglect God And His Angels, For The Noise Of A Fly, For The Rattling Of A Coach, For The Whining Of A Door.

But Think That We Are But Turned Aside To Sleep.

Never Start With Tomorrow To Reach Eternity. Eternity Is Not Being Reached By Small Steps.

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?