Over The River A Golden Ray Of

I Walked In A Desert. And I Cried, ‘ah, God, Take Me From This Place!’ A Voice Said, ‘it Is No Desert.’ I Cried, ‘well, But - The Sand, The Heat, The Vacant Horizon.’ A Voice Said, ‘it Is No Desert.’

There Were Many Who Went In Huddled Procession,they Knew Not Wither,but, At Any Rate, Success Or Calamitywould Attend All In Equality.there Was One Who Sought A New Road,he Went Into Direful Thickets,and Ultimately He Died Thus, Alone;but They Said He Had Courage.

A Singular Disadvantage Of The Sea Lies In The Fact That After Successfully Surmounting One Wave You Discover Another Behind It Just As Important And Just As Nervously Anxious To Do Something Effective In The Way Of Swamping Boats. In A Ten-foot Dinghy One Can Get An Idea Of The Resources Of The Sea In The Line Of Waves That Is Not Probable To The Average Experience, Which Is Never At Sea In A Dinghy.

But I Like It Because It Is Bitter, And Because It Is My Heart.

Philosophy Should Always Know That Indifference Is A Militant Thing. It Batters Down The Walls Of Cities And Murders The Women And Children Amid The Flames And The Purloining Of Altar Vessels. When It Goes Away It Leaves Smoking Ruins, Where Lie Citizens Bayonetted Through The Throat. It Is Not A Children's Pastime Like Mere Highway Robbery.