How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows

I Know Your Cause Is Lost, But In The Heart / Of All Right Causes Is A Cause That Cannot Lose.

In Tragedy Every Moment Is Eternity; In Comedy, Eternity Is A Moment.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.

How Can We Be Scrupulous In A Life Which, From Birth Onwards, Is So Determined To Wring Us Dry Of Any Serenity At All?

It Is The Individual Man In His Individual Freedom Who Can Mature With His Warm Spirit The Unripe World.