Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.

A Sleep Without Dreams, After A Rough Day Of Toil, Is What We Covet Most; And Yet How Clay Shrinks Back From More Quiescent Clay! The Very Suicide That Pays His Debt At Once Without Installments (an Old Way Of Paying Debts, Which Creditors Regret) Lets Out Impatiently His Rushing Breath, Less From Disgust Of Life Than Dread Of Death.

Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

Time Strips Our Illusions Of Their Hue, And One By One In Turn, Some Grand Mistake Casts Off Its Bright Skin Yearly Like The Snake.

Love Rules The Camp, The Court, The Grove - For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray Flits The Shade Of Power.