When I Am Not Walking, I Am

I Conceive Disgust At Those Impertinent And Misbecoming Familiarities, Inscribed Upon Your Ordinary Tombstones. Every Dead Man Must Take Upon Himself To Be Lecturing Me With His Odious Truism, That "such As He Now Is, I Must Shortly Be." Not So Shortly, Friend, Perhaps, As Thou Imaginest. In The Meantime I Am Alive. I Move About. I Am Worth Twenty Of Thee. Know Thy Betters!

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been.

It Is Good To Love The Unknown.