This Strange Disease Of Modern

Be Neither Saint Nor Sophist-led, But Be A Man.

All This I Bear, For, What I Seek, I Know: Peace, Peace Is What I Seek, And Public Calm: Endless Extinction Of Unhappy Hates.

I Keep Saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, You Are As Obscure As Life Is.

On The Breast Of That Huge Mississippi Of Falsehood Called History, A Foam-bell More Or Less Is No Consequence.

They... Who Await. No Gifts From Chance, Have Conquered Fate.