The Word Is The Verb, And The

Now Life Has Killed The Dream I Dreamed.

Great Perils Have This Beauty, That They Bring To Light The Fraternity Of Strangers.

To Think Of Shadows Is A Serious Thing.

Yes, Instruction! Light! Light! Everything Comes From Light, And To Everything It Returns.

Thought Is The Labor Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Pleasure.