As To The Doubt Of The Soul

The Poets Have Been Mysteriously Silent On The Subject Of Cheese.

Every One On This Earth Should Believe, Amid Whatever Madness Or Moral Failure, That His Life And Temperament Have Some Object On The Earth. Every One On The Earth Should Believe That He Has Something To Give To The World Which Cannot Otherwise Be Given.

When Fishes Flew And Forests Walked And Figs Grew Upon Thorn, Some Moment When The Moon Was Blood Then Surely I Was Born. With Monstrous Head And Sickening Cry And Ears Like Errant Wings, The Devil's Walking Parody On All Four-footed Things.

Freethinkers Are Occasionally Thoughtful, Though Never Free.

The Honest Poor Can Sometimes Forget Poverty. The Honest Rich Can Never Forget It.