A Fall From Such A Height Is

It Is The End. But Of What? The End Of France? No. The End Of Kings? Yes.

To Love Or Have Loved, That Is Enough. Ask Nothing Further. There Is No Other Pearl To Be Found In The Dark Folds Of Life.

God Put In Man Thought; Society, Action; Nature, Revery.

There Are No Weeds, And No Worthless Men. There Are Only Bad Farmers.

And The Dream That Our Mind Had Sketched In Haste Shall Others Continue, But Never Complete. For None Upon Earth Can Achieve His Scheme; The Best As The Worst Are Futile Here: We Wake At The Self-same Point Of The Dream, All Is Here Begun, And Finished Elsewhere.