I Hardly Ever Talk- Words Seem Such

The Sot Drinks, And Is Drunken: The Coward Drinks Not, And Shivers: The Wise Man, Brave And Free, Drinks, And Gives Glory To The Most High God.

A Madhouse Of Frenzied Moneymaking And Frenzied Pleasure-seeking, With None Of The Corners Chipped Off. It Is Beautifully Situatedand The Air Reminds One Curiously Of Edinburgh.

To Use Legal Or Financial Constraint To Compel Either Abstention Or Submission, Is Entirely Horrible, Unnatural And Absurd.

The Pious Pretense That Evil Does Not Exist Only Makes It Vague, Enormous And Menacing.

The Quest Of The Holy Grail, The Search For The Stone Of The Philosophers - By Whatever Name We Choose To Call The Great Work - Is Therefore Endless. Success Only Opens Up New Avenues Of Brilliant Possibility. Yea, Verily, And Amen! The Task Is Tireless And Its Joys Without Bounds; For The Whole Universe, And All That In It Is, What Is It But The Infinite Playground Of The Crowned And Conquering Child, Of The Insatiable, The Innocent, The Ever-rejoicing Heir Of Space And Eternity, Whose Name Is Man?