We Must Not Be Content To Be

Our Acts Our Angels Are, For Good Or Ill, Our Fatal Shadows That Walk By Us Still.

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

Speak Boldly And Speak Truly, Shame The Devil.

Of All The Forms Of Wisdom, Hindsight Is By General Consent The Least Merciful, The Most Unforgiving.

Hence, All You Vain Delights, As Short As Are The Nights Wherein You Spend Your Folly! There's Naught In This Life Sweet But Only Melancholy; O Sweetest Melancholy!