How Shall The Soul Of A Man

Did I Follow Truth Wherever She Led, And Stand Against The Whole World For A Cause, And Uphold The Weak Against The Strong? If I Did I Would Be Remembered Among Men.

A Giant As We Hoped, In Truth, A Dwarf; A Barrel Of Slop That Shines On Lethe's Wharf', Which At First Seemed A Vessel With Sweet Wine For Thirsty Lips. So Down The Swift Decline You Went Through Sloven Spirit, Craven Heart And Cynic Indolence. And Here The Art Of Molding Clay Has Caught You For The Nonce And Made Your Shame Our Shame ~ Your Head In Bronze!

Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow Tooth Which Must Be Propped With Gold.

To This Generation I Would Say: Memorize Some Bit Of Verse Of Truth Or Beauty.

To Put Meaning In One's Life May End In Madness, But Life Without Meaning Is The Torture Of Restlessness And Vague Desire-it Is A Boat Longing For The Sea And Yet Afraid.