When Is Man Strong Until He Feels

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

I Walked A Mile With Pleasure; She Chattered All The Way. But Left Me None The Wiser For All She Had To Say. I Walked A Mile With Sorrow And Ne'er A Word Said She; But Oh, The Things I Learned From Her When Sorrow Walked With Me!

Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.