Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been

Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is The Lot Of Mortality We Experience.

No Man On Earth Is Truly Free, All Are Slaves Of Money Or Necessity. Public Opinion Or Fear Of Prosecution Forces Each One, Against His Conscience, To Conform.

Light Be The Earth Upon You, Lightly Rest.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).