Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet

The Worst Of Me Is Known, And I Can Say That I Am Better Than The Reputation I Bear.

In The Case Of A Creative Mind, It Seems To Me, The Intellect Has Withdrawn Its Watchers From The Gates, And The Ideas Rush In Pell-mell And Only Then Does It Review And Inspect The Multitudes.

Doch Zittre Vor Der Langsamen, Der Stillen Macht Der Zeit. Yet Tremble At The Slow, Silent Power Of Time.

There Is More To Life Than Just Existing And Having A Pleasant Time.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.