The State Is Concentric, But The Individual

The Demand That I Make Of My Reader Is That He Should Devote His Whole Life To Reading My Works.

Though Their Life Was Modest, They Believed In Eating Well.

Secrets, Silent, Stony Sit In The Dark Palaces Of Both Our Hearts: Secrets Weary Of Their Tyranny: Tyrants Willing To Be Dethroned.

Desire's Wind Blasts The Thorntree But After It Becomes From A Bramblebush To Be A Rose Upon The Rood Of Time.

What Did It Avail To Pray When He Knew His Soul Lusted After Its Own Destruction?