I Live, I Burn With Life, I

Man Can Be That Which He Wishes To Be; Form And Substance, They Are But Shadows. The Mind, The Ego, The Essence Of The God-dream -- That Is Real, That Is Immortal.

What Always Was Must Always Be.

I See In The Papers Where Roy Guthrie Committed Suicide. Why, I Wonder?

In The Hill Country, Civilization Steals In Last, And The People Retain Much Of The Crude But Vigorous Mode Of Expression Of The Colonial Days And Earlier.

I Have Accomplished Little Enough, But Such As It Is, It Is The Result Of My Own Efforts.