The Only True Infidelity Is For A

And What Is It, Thought I, After All! It’s Only His Outside; A Man Can Be Honest In Any Sort Of Skin.

If You Begin The Day With A Laugh, You May, Nevertheless, End It With A Sob And A Sigh.

But As In Landlessness Alone Resides The Highest Truth, Shoreless, Indefinite As God - So Better Is It To Perish In That Howling Infinite, Than Be Ingloriously Dashed Upon The Lee, Even If That Were Safety! For Worm-like, Then, Oh! Who Would Craven Crawl To Land!

It Is Not Down In Any Map; True Places Never Are.

A Man Can Be Honest In Any Sort Of Skin.