The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Reason is also choice.
Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.
Solitude is sometimes the best society.
Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.