What Is Death, So It

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

And If I Laugh At Any Mortal Thing, 'tis That I May Not Weep.

Man Is Born Passionate Of Body, But With An Innate Though Secret Tendency To The Love Of Good In His Main-spring Of Mind. But God Help Us All! It Is At Present A Sad Jar Of Atoms.

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.