He Stripped Off The Armor

The Mind Sees The World As A Thing Apart, And The Soul Makes The World At One With Itself. A Mirror Scratched Reflects No Image— And This Is The Silence Of Wisdom.

The Tongue May Be An Unruly Member-- But Silence Poisons The Soul.

Such Phantom Blossoms Palely Shining Over The Lifeless Boughs Of Time.

A Giant As We Hoped, In Truth, A Dwarf; A Barrel Of Slop That Shines On Lethe's Wharf', Which At First Seemed A Vessel With Sweet Wine For Thirsty Lips. So Down The Swift Decline You Went Through Sloven Spirit, Craven Heart And Cynic Indolence. And Here The Art Of Molding Clay Has Caught You For The Nonce And Made Your Shame Our Shame ~ Your Head In Bronze!

What Is This I Hear Of Sorrow And Weariness, Anger, Discontent And Drooping Hopes? Degenerate Sons And Daughters, Life Is Too Strong For You— It Takes Life To Love Life.