Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

If A Man Proves Too Clearly And Convincingly To Himself...that A Tiger Is An Optical Illusion--well, He Will Find Out He Is Wrong. The Tiger Will Himself Intervene In The Discussion, In A Manner Which Will Be In Every Sense Conclusive.

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

The Sky Is Changed,-and Such A Change! O Night And Storm And Darkness! Ye Are Wondrous Strong, Yet Lovely In Your Strength, As Is The Light Of A Dark Eye In Woman! Far Along, From Peak To Peak, The Rattling Crags Among, Leaps The Live Thunder.

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.