I Came Like Water, And Like Wind

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.

To Be Free Of Belief And Unbelief Is My Religion.

The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ, Moves On: Nor All Your Piety Nor Wit Shall Lure It Back To Cancel Half A Line, Nor All Your Tears Wash Out A Word Of It.

I Have Not Asked For Life. But I Try To Accept Whatever Life Brings Without Surprise. And I Shall Depart Again Without Having Questioned Anyone About My Strange Stay Here On Earth.

A Drink Is Shorter Than A Tale