“Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too”
“One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, / One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste - / The Stars are setting and the Caravan / Starts for the Dawn of Nothing - Oh, make haste!”
“I sent my soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."”
