There Are Few Men Who Know How

The Living Are More Demanding; The Dead Can Wait.

It Is This Refrain That We Hear Repeated By Everyone: You Are Not At Home, This Is Not A Sanatorium, The Only Exit Is By Way Of The Chimney. (what Did It Mean? Soon We Were All To Learn What It Meant.)

At That Time I Had Not Yet Been Taught The Doctrine I Was Later To Learn So Hurriedly In The Lager: That Man Is Bound To Pursue His Own Ends By All Possible Means, While He Who Errs But Once Pays Dearly

Man Is A Centaur, A Tangle Of Flesh And Mind, Divine Inspiration And Dust.

He Could Hardly Read Or Write But His Heart Spoke The Language Of The Good