Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.

Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.

There is no caste in blood.

Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.

Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.