Too Many Lives Are Needed

Many Of Today's Verses Are Prose And Bad Prose.

I Have Been Judged To Be A Pessimist But What Abyss Of Ignorance And Low Egoism Is Not Hidden In One Who Thinks That Man Is The God Of Himself And That His Future Can Only Be Triumphant?

Happiness, For You We Walk On A Knife Edge. To The Eyes You Are A Flickering Light, To The Feet, Thin Ice That Cracks; And So May No One Touch You Who Loves You.

Mass Communication, Radio, And Especially Television, Have Attempted, Not Without Success, To Annihilate Every Possibility Of Solitude And Reflection.

Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy Did Not Produce A Prose Of That Creative Height Or It Did So After Centuries.