But I Like It Because It Is

Think As I Think," Said A Man, "or You Are Abominably Wicked; You Are A Toad." And After I Thought Of It, I Said, "i Will, Then, Be A Toad.

He Saw That It Was An Ironical Thing For Him To Be Running Thus Toward That Which He Had Been At Such Pains To Avoid.

In The Desert I Saw A Creature, Naked, Bestial, Who, Squatting Upon The Ground, Held His Heart In His Hands, And Ate Of It. I Said, ‘is It Good, Friend?’ ‘it Is Bitter — Bitter,’ He Answered, ‘but I Like It Because It Is Bitter, And Because It Is My Heart.

Tell Her This And More,— That The King Of The Seas Weeps Too, Old, Helpless Man. The Bustling Fates Heap His Hands With Corpses Until He Stands Like A Child With Surplus Of Toys.

A Man With A Full Stomach And The Respect Of His Fellows Had No Business To Scold About Anything That He Might Think To Be Wrong In The Ways Of The Universe, Or Even With The Ways Of Society. Let The Unfortunates Rail; The Others May Play Marbles.