What Sort Of God Would

I Laugh At My Heart, And Do Its Will

Thought Expands, But Paralyzes; Action Animates, But Narrows.

The Highest Happiness, The Purest Joys Of Life, Wear Out At Last.

Love And Desire Are The Spirit's Wings To Great Deeds.

None Are More Hopelessly Enslaved Than Those Who Falsely Believe They Are Free.