A Sharp Spear Needs No Polish.

We Were Like Confirmed Opium-eaters: In Our Moments Of Reason We Well Knew The Deadly Nature Of Our Pursuit, But We Certainly Were Not Prepared To Abandon Its Terrible Delights.

Memory Haunts Me From Age To Age, And Passion Leads Me By The Hand--evil Have I Done, And With Sorrow Have I Made Acquaintance From Age To Age, And From Age To Age Evil Shall I Do, And Sorrow Shall I Know Till My Redemption Comes.

Men And Women, Empires And Cities, Thrones, Principalities, And Powers, Mountains, Rivers, And Unfathomed Seas, Worlds, Spaces, And Universes, All Have Their Day, And All Must Go.

Laughter And Bitterness Are Often The Veils With Which A Sore Heart Wraps Its Weakness From The World.

We White People Think That We Know Everything.