But Superstition, Like Belief, Must Die.

To Put One Brick Upon Another, Add A Third, And Then A Fourth, Leaves No Time To Wonder Whether What You Do Has Any Worth.

I Am Awakened Each Dawn Increasingly To Fear.

I Work All Day, And Get Half-drunk At Night.

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.

I Have Wished You Something None Of The Others Would.