My Religion Of Life Is Always To

My Religion Of Life Is Always To Be Cheerful.

Who Rises From Prayer A Better Man, His Prayer Is Answered.

Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of Her Breasts.

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.

In Tragic Life, God Wot, No Villain Need Be! Passions Spin The Plot: We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within.