From A Proud Tower In The Town,

Books, Indeed, Were His Sole Luxuries

And My Soul From Out That Shadow That Lies Floating On The Floor, Shall Be Lifted -- Nevermore!

All Religion, My Friend, Is Simply Evolved Out Of Fraud, Fear, Greed, Imagination, And Poetry.

All Suffering Originates From Craving, From Attachment, From Desire.

I Have Great Faith In Fools,— Self-confidence My Friends Will Call It.