He Who Will Travel Far Spares His

The Part I Remember Best Is The Beginning.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!