Choose Well. Your Choice Is Brief, And

Smoothly And Lightly The Golden Seed By The Furrow Is Covered.

All Poetry Is Supposed To Be Instructive But In An Unnoticeable Manner; It Is Supposed To Make Us Aware Of What It Would Be Valuable To Instruct Ourselves In; We Must Deduce The Lesson On Our Own, Just As With Life.

Is It Life, I Ask, Is It Even Prudence, To Bore Thyself And Bore The Students?

We Are Never Deceived; We Deceive Ourselves.

It Is The Strange Fate Of Man, That Even In The Greatest Of Evils The Fear Of The Worst Continues To Haunt Him.