Broke Is A Temporary Condition, Poor Is

Conquer Thyself, Till Thou Has Done This, Thou Art But A Slave; For It Is Almost As Well To Be Subjected To Another's Appetite As To Thine Own.

Broke Is A Temporary Condition, Poor Is A State Of Mind.

For Each Believes His Glimm'ering Lamp To Be The Gorgeous Light Of Day.

The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs The Length Of Infinite Line Whose Ends Are Nowhere, Is Thine All , The Puny All Thou Callest Thine.

When Doctors Differ Who Decides Amid The Milliard-headed Throng?