Truth Is Only An Illusion We Have

Remain True To The Earth.

We Do Not Belong To Those Who Only Get Their Thought From Books, Or At The Prompting Of Books, -- It Is Our Custom To Think In The Open Air, Walking, Leaping, Climbing, Or Dancing On Lonesome Mountains By Preference, Or Close To The Sea, Where Even The Paths Become Thoughtful.

Many People Wait Throughout Their Whole Lives For The Chance To Be Good In Their Own Fashion.

The Poet Presents His Thoughts Festively, On The Carriage Of Rhythm: Usually Because They Could Not Walk.

Someone Said: "i Have Been Prejudiced Against Myself From My Earliest Childhood: Hence I Find Some Truth In All Blame And Some Stupidity In All Praise. I Generally Estimate Praise Too Poorly And Blame Too Highly.