Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood

Take Hope From The Heart Of Man, And You Make Him A Beast Of Prey.

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

It Is Hard Work To Be Good When You Are Very Little And Very Hungry, And Have Many Sticks To Beat You, And No Mother's Lips To Kiss You.

The Philosopher Stands At His Desk In The Lecture Hall, And Demonstrates Away The Soul Of Man, And With Exact Thought Measures Out His Atoms And Resolves Him Back To Gas And Air. But The Revolutionary, Below In The Crowd, Hears, And Only Translates What He Hears Thus To His Brethren: 'let Us Drink While We May; Property Is Robbery; This Life Is All; Let Us Kill And Eat; There Is No God.

A Just Chastisement May Benefit A Man, Though It Seldom Does; But An Unjust One Changes All His Blood To Gall.