All Our Efforts Must Tend Towards Light.

Life Is The Path You Beat While You Walk It.

Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt - Marvellous Error! - That It Was God I Had Here Inside My Heart.

Under All That We Think, Lives All We Believe, Like The Ultimate Veil Of Our Spirits

Life Is The Path You Beat While You Walk It It's The Walking That Beats The Path It Is Not The Path That Makes The Walk

The Afternoon Is Bright, With Spring In The Air, A Mild March Afternoon, With The Breath Of April Stirring, I Am Alone In The Quiet Patio Looking For Some Old Untried Illusion - Some Shadow On The Whiteness Of The Wall Some Memory Asleep On The Stone Rim Of The Fountain, Perhaps In The Air The Light Swish Of Some Trailing Gown.