...in Certain Moods, No Man Can Weigh

Many Sensible Things Banished From High Life Find An Asylum Among The Mob.

Nothing May Help Or Heal While Amor Incensed Remembers Wrong.

There Is Sorrow In The World, But Goodness Too; And Goodness That Is Not Greenness, Either, No More Than Sorrow Is.

Appalling Is The Soul Of A Man! Better Might One Be Pushed Off Into The Material Spaces Beyond The Uttermost Orbit Of Our Sun, Than Once Feel Himself Fairly Afloat In Himself.

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