We White People Think That We Know

We May Taste Of Every Turn Of Chance - Now Rule As Kings, Now Serve As Slaves; Now Love, Now Hate; Now Prosper, And Now Perish. But Still, Through All, We Are The Same; For This Is The Marvel Of Identity.

Laughter And Bitterness Are Often The Veils With Which A Sore Heart Wraps Its Weakness From The World.

Memory Haunts Me From Age To Age, And Passion Leads Me By The Hand--evil Have I Done, And With Sorrow Have I Made Acquaintance From Age To Age, And From Age To Age Evil Shall I Do, And Sorrow Shall I Know Till My Redemption Comes.

It Is Awkward To Listen To Oneself Being Praised, And I Was Always A Shy Man.

I Am Not A Nervous Man In A General Way, And Very Little Troubled With Superstitions, Of Which I Have Lived To See The Folly.