Whatever My Fate, I'll Go

Evil Is The Chronic Malady Of The Universe, And Checked In One Place, Breaks Forth In Another.

In This World Of Lies, Truth Is Forced To Fly Like A Scared White Doe In The Woodlands; And Only By Cunning Glimpses Will She Reveal Herself, As In Shakespeare And Other Masters Of The Great Art Of Telling The Truth, Even Though It Be Covertly, And By Snatches.

Death Is Only A Launching Into The Region Of The Strange Untried; It Is But The First Salutation To The Possibilities Of The Immense Remote, The Wild, The Watery, The Unshored.

The Only True Infidelity Is For A Live Man To Vote Himself Dead.

At Sea A Fellow Comes Out. Salt Water Is Like Wine, In That Respect.