The Dupe Of Friendship, And The Fool

We Are All Of Us, More Or Less, The Slaves Of Opinion.

There Is An Unseemly Exposure Of The Mind, As Well As Of The Body.

Happy Are They Who Live In The Dream Of Their Own Existence, And See All Things In The Light Of Their Own Minds; Who Walk By Faith And Hope; To Whom The Guiding Star Of Their Youth Still Shines From Afar, And Into Whom The Spirit Of The World Has Not Entered! They Have Not Been "hurt By The Archers", Nor Has The Iron Entered Their Souls. The World Has No Hand On Them.

They Are The Only Honest Hypocrites, Their Life Is A Voluntary Dream, A Studied Madness.

A Knave Thinks Himself A Fool, All The Time He Is Not Making A Fool Of Some Other Person.