The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now
Pain has an element of blank
A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die
Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.