All Men Are Equal — All Men,

Pity Wraps The Student Of The Past In An Ambrosial Cloud, And Washes His Limbs With Eternal Youth.

Our Final Experience, Like Our First, Is Conjectural. We Move Between Two Darkness's.

But This Time I'm Not To Blame; I Want You To Believe That. I Simply Slipped Into Those Violets. No, I Want To Be Really Truthful. I Am A Little To Blame. The Sky, You Know, Was Gold, And The Ground All Blue, And For A Moment He Looked Like Some One In A Book.

Love And Understand The Italians, For The People Are More Marvellous Than The Land.

Nature Pulls One Way And Human Nature Another.