My Business Is Not To Remake Myself,

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.

Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown Old Earth, This Autumn Morning! How He Sets His Bones To Bask I' The Sun, And Thrusts Out Knees And Feet. From The Ripple To Run Over In Its Mirth

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

Our Interest's On The Dangerous Edge Of Things. The Honest Thief, The Tender Murderer, The Superstitious Atheist.

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.