Maybe You Who Condemn Me

It Is Unity That Doth Enchant Me. By Her Power I Am Free Though Thrall, Happy In Sorrow, Rich In Poverty, And Quick Even In Death.

Perchance You Who Pronounce My Sentence Are In Greater Fear Than I Who Receive It.

When We Consider The Being And Substance Of That Universe In Which We Are Immutably Set, We Shall Discover That Neither We Ourselves Nor Any Substance Doth Suffer Death. For Nothing Is In Fact Diminished In Its Substance, But All Things, Wandering Through Infinite Space, Undergo Change Of Aspect.

I Who Am In The Night Will Move Into The Day.

The Gems Of Philosophy Are Not Less Precious Because They Are Not Understood.