The Relations Of The Soul

Work And Acquire, And Thou Hast Chained The Wheel Of Chance.

Science Finds It Methods.

The Riddle Of The Age Has For Each A Private Solution.

Nothing Is Dead: Men Feign Themselves Dead, And Endure Mock Funerals And Mournful Obituaries, And There They Stand Looking Out Ofthe Window, Sound And Well, In Some New And Strange Disguise.

The True Artist Has The Planet For His Pedestal; The Adventurer, After Years Of Strife, Has Nothing Broader Than His Shoes.