My Heart Hath Followed All My Days

For All Of The Creeds Are False, And All Of The Creeds Are True; And Low At The Shrines Where My Brothers Bow, There Will I Bow Too; For No Form Of A God, And No Fashion Man Has Made In His Desperate Passion, But Is Worthy Some Worship Of Mine; Not Too Hot With A Gross Belief, Nor Yet Too Cold With Pride, I Will Bow Me Down Where My Brothers Bow, Humble, But Open Eyed.

This Is Another Day! Are Its Eyes Blurred With Maudlin Grief For Any Wasted Past? A Thousand Thousand Failures Shall Not Daunt! Let Dust Clasp Dust, Death, Death; I Am Alive!

Fire Is Beautiful And We Know That If We Get Too Close It Will Kill Us But What Does That Matter It Is Better To Be Happy For A Moment And Be Burned Up With Beauty Than To Live A Long Time And Be Bored All The While

A Little While With Grief And Laughter, And Then The Day Will Close; The Shadows Gather ... What Comes After No Man Knows.

When A Man Tells You That He Got Rich Through Hard Work, Ask Him: 'whose?'