What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

Out Of Chaos God Made A World, And Out Of High Passions Comes A People.

But 'why Then Publish?' There Are No Rewards Of Fame Or Profit When The World Grows Weary. I Ask In Turn Why Do You Play At Cards? Why Drink? Why Read? To Make Some Hour Less Dreary. It Occupies Me To Turn Back Regards On What I've Seen Or Pondered, Sad Or Cheery, And What I Write I Cast Upon The Stream To Swim Or Sink. I Have Had At Least My Dream.

I Came To Realize Clearly That The Mind Is No Other Than The Mountain And The Rivers And The Great Wide Earth, The Sun And The Moon And The Sky”.

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!