My Boat Is On The Shore, And

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise, Such Drops Could Fall From Human Eyes.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

There Is No Such Thing As A Life Of Passion Any More Than A Continuous Earthquake, Or An Eternal Fever. Besides, Who Would Ever Shave Themselves In Such A State?