The Thoughtful Soul To Solitude Retires.

Drink! For You Know Not When You Came, Nor Why; Drink! For You Know Not Why You Go, Nor Where.

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute The Two-and-seventy Jarring Sects Confute: The Sovereign Alchemist That In A Trice Life's Leaden Metal Into Gold Transmute.

Heaven But The Vision Of Fulfilled Desire, And Hell The Shadow From A Soul On Fire.

As Far As You Can Avoid It, Do Not Give Grief To Anyone. Never Inflict Your Rage On Another. If You Hope For Eternal Rest, Feel The Pain Yourself; But Don’t Hurt Others.

The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever Dies.