The Truth I Do Not

The Things Of Which We Want The Proof Are Those We Know The Best.

To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce The Sea.

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

The Morning After Woe- Tis Frequently The Way- Surpasses All That Rose Before- For Utter Jubilee-.

Inebriate Of Air Am I, And Debauchee Of Dew, Reeling, Through Endless Summer Days, From Inns Of Molten Blue.