Give Me The Benefit Of Your Convictions,

Everything Has Been Thought Of Before, But The Problem Is To Think Of It Again.

Who Longs In Solitude To Live, Ah! Soon His Wish Will Gain: Men Hope And Love, Men Get And Give, And Leave Him To His Pain.

True Religion Teaches Us To Reverence What Is Under Us, To Recognize Humility And Poverty, And, Despite Mockery And Disgrace, Wretchedness, Suffering, And Death, As Things Divine.

A Person Places Themselves On A Level With The Ones They Praise.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.