Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.

Become Corrupt, Corrupt, And You Will Cease To Suffer!" This Has Been The Cry Of All Cities To Man.

Oh! My Friend, When You Feel Bursting On Your Lips The Vow Of Eternal Love, Do Not Be Afraid To Yield, But Do Not Confound Wine With Intoxication; Do Not Think The Cup Divine Because The Draft Is Of Celestial Flavor; Do Not Be Astonished To Find It Broken And Empty In The Evening.

I Have Come Too Late Into A World Too Old.

Each Memorable Verse Of A True Poet Has Two Or Three Times The Written Content.