Who Knows But The World

Shun Death, Is My Advice.

As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So Is Your Sort Of Search: You Will Find What You Desire.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.