Life's But A Means Unto An End,

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping In.

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.