Opinion Is A Flitting Thing But Truth

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

To Live Is So Startling It Leaves Little Time For Anything Else.

You Can Stay Young As Long As You Learn.

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.