Two Fixed Ideas Can No More Exist

Fearing No Insult, Asking For No Crown, Receive With Indifference Both Flattery And Slander, And Do Not Argue With A Fool.

Two Fixed Ideas Can No More Exist Together In The Moral World Than Two Bodies Can Occupy One And The Same Place In The Physical World.

Love Passed, The Muse Appeared, The Weather Of Mind Got Clarity New-found; Now Free, I Once More Weave Together Emotion, Thought, And Magic Sound.

There Yet Remains But One Concluding Tale, And Then This Chronicle Of Mine Is Ended - Fulfilled, The Duty God Ordained To Me, A Sinner. Not Without Purpose Did The Lord, Put Me To Witness Much For Many Years, And Educate Me In The Love Of Books. One Day Some Indefatigable Monk, Will Find My Conscientious, Unsigned Work; Like Me, He Will Light Up His Ikon-lamp, And, Shaking From The Scroll The Age-old Dust, He Will Transcribe These Tales In All Their Truth.

Mistress-like, Its Brilliance Vain, Highly Capricious And Inane.