I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.