Who Has Enough Credit In This World

Men Are Mad Most Of Their Lives; Few Live Sane, Fewer Die So. The Acts Of People Are Baffling Unless We Realize That Their Wits Are Disordered. Man Is Driven To Justice By His Lunacy.

There Are Men That Are Birds, And Their Raiment Is Trembling Feathers, For They Show Their Souls To Everyone And Everything That Is Ungentle Or Untutored Or Evil Or Mockery Is As A Rude Stone Cast At Them, And They Suffer All Day Long, Or As Paul Remarks They Are Slain Every Moment.

Who Has Enough Credit In This World To Pay For His Mistakes?

The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking Nature.

When One Realizes That His Life Is Worthless He Either Commits Suicide Or Travels.