For Though I Am A Body Of

I Had Got This Far, And Was Thinking Of What To Say Next, And As My Habit Is, I Was Pricking The Paper Idly With My Pen. And I Thought How, Between One Dip Of The Pen And The Next, Time Goes On, And I Hurry, Drive Myself, And Speed Toward Death. We Are Always Dying. I While I Write, You While You Read, And Others While They Listen Or Stop Their Ears, They Are All Dying.

Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous Names.

You Keep To Your Own Ways And Leave Mine To Me.

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

I Know And Love The Good, Yet, Ah! The Worst Pursue.