I Love Thee To The Depth And

Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible

What Frightens Me Is That Men Are Content With What Is Not Life At All.

Where Christ Brings His Cross He Brings His Presence; And Where He Is None Are Desolate, And There Is No Room For Despair.

Pan Is Dead! Great Pan Is Dead! Pan, Pan Is Dead!

Books Are Men Of Higher Stature, And The Only Men That Speak Aloud For Future Times To Hear.