The More You Judge, The Less You

There Are Moments In Life When All We Can Bear Is The Sense That Our Friend Is Near Us; Our Wounds Would Wince At The Touch Of Consoling Words, That Would Reveal The Depths Of Our Pain.

This Coffee Falls Into Your Stomach, And Straightway There Is A General Commotion. Ideas Begin To Move Like The Battalions Of The Grand Army Of The Battlefield, And The Battle Takes Place. Things Remembered Arrive At Full Gallop, Ensuing To The Wind. The Light Cavalry Of Comparisons Deliver A Magnificent Deploying Charge, The Artillery Of Logic Hurry Up With Their Train And Ammunition, The Shafts Of With Start Up Like Sharpshooters. Similes Arise, The Paper Is Covered With Ink; For The Struggle Commences And Is Concluded With Torrents Of Black Water, Just As A Battle With Powder.

True Love Is Eternal, Infinite, And Always Like Itself. It Is Equal And Pure, Without Violent Demonstrations: It Is Seen With White Hairs And Is Always Young In The Heart.

To Have Fame Follow Us Is Well, But It Is Not A Desirable Avant-courier.

Law Is A Silvery Web That Lets The Big Flies Pass And Catches All The Small Ones.