A Brainiac Notices Everything, An Ignoramus Comments

Human Misery Is Too Great For Men To Die Without Faith.

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.

Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make Little Songs.

In These Times We Fight For Ideas And Newspapers Are Our Fortress.

God Will Forgive Me The Foolish Remarks I Have Made About Him Just As I Will Forgive My Opponents The Foolish Things They Have Written About Me, Even Though They Are Spiritually As Inferior To Me As I To Thee, O God!