In This, Our Age Of Infamy Man's

I Was Not Born To Amuse The Tsars.

As Long As There Is One Heart On Earth Where I Still Live, My Memory Will Not Die.

Write For Pleasure And Publish For Money.

My Dreams, My Dreams! What Has Become Of Their Sweetness? What Indeed Has Become Of My Youth?

'tis Time, My Friend, 'tis Time! For Rest The Heart Is Aching; Days Follow Days In Flight, And Every Day Is Taking, Fragments Of Being, While Together You And I, Make Plans To Live. Look, All Is Dust, And We Shall Die.