When Things Are Easy, I Hate It.

When Things Are Easy, I Hate It.

After Months Of Want And Hunger, We Suddenly Found Ourselves Able To Have Meals Fit For The Gods, And With Appetites The Gods Might Have Envied.

One Feels 'the Dearth Of Human Words, The Roughness Of Mortal Speech' In Trying To Describe Things Intangible.

We Had Seen God In His Splendors, Heard The Text That Nature Renders. We Had Reached The Naked Soul Of Man.

Teachers Should Be Very Careful Not To Spoil Their Pupils' Taste For Poetry For All Time By Making It A Task And An Imposition.