Enthusiasm Is A Volcano On Whose Top

For The First Time The Sun Kissed My Own Naked Face And My Soul Was Inflamed With Love For The Sun, And I Wanted My Masks No More. And As If In A Trance I Cried, "blessed, Blessed Are The Thieves Who Stole My Masks." Thus I Became A Madman.

The Teacher Gives Not Of His Wisdom, But Rather Of His Faith And Lovingness.

For Life Goes Not Backward, Nor Tarries With Yesterday.

My Loneliness Was Born When Men Praised My Talkative Faults And Blamed My Silent Virtues.

To Barter And Lose Is Better Than Not To Go Forth.