A Beauty Neither Of Fine

It Is Hard Work To Control The Workings Of Inclination And Turn The Bent Of Nature; But That It May Be Done, I Know From Experience. God Has Given Us, In A Measure, The Power To Make Our Own Fate.

Self Abandoned, Relaxed And Effortless, I Seemed To Have Laid Me Down In The Dried-up Bed Of A Great River; I Heard A Flood Loosened In Remote Mountains, I Felt The Torrent Come; To Rise I Had No Will, To Flee I Had No Strength.

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.

I Am No Bird And No Net Ensnares Me

If Men Could See Us As We Really Are, They Would Be A Little Amazed.