At Last Awake From Life, That Insane

If All The World Is A Stage And Life Is Just A Play Upon It, Get Me Two Seats In The Stalls.

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Aspire, Break Bounds. Endeavor To Be Good, And Better Still, Best.

Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

Truth Is Within Ourselves; It Takes No Rise From Outward Things, Whate'er You May Believe. There Is An Inmost Centre In Us All, Where Truth Abides In Fulness; And Around, Wall Upon Wall, The Gross Flesh Hems It In, This Perfect, Clear Perception-which Is Truth. A Baffling And Perverting Carnal Mesh Binds It, And Makes All Error: And To Know Rather Consists In Opening Out A Way Whence The Imprisoned Splendour May Escape, Than In Effecting Entry For A Light Supposed To Be Without.