Oh The Wild Joys Of Living! The

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

A Minute's Success Pays The Failure Of Years.

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

There Shall Never Be One Lost Good! What Was, Shall Live As Before; The Evil Is Null, Is Nought, Is Silence Implying Sound; What Was Good Shall Be Good, With For Evil So Much Good More; On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven, A Perfect Round.

The Sad Rhyme Of The Men Who Proudly Clung To Their First Fault, And Withered In Their Pride.