Death Is The Universal Salt Of States;

I Cannot Be Content With Less Than Heaven.

Star Canto: Star Speaks Light, And World To World Repeats The Passage Of The Universe To God; The Name Of Christ--the One Great Word Well Worth All Languages In Earth Or Heaven.

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.