I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i

Thou Foster-child Of Silence And Slow Time.

Fanatics Have Their Dreams, Wherewith They Weave A Paradise For A Sect.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

When I Behold, Upon The Night's Starr'd Face, Huge Cloudy Symbols Of A High Romance, And Think That I May Never Live To Trace Their Shadows, With The Magic Hand Of Chance.

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day