Human Madness Is Oftentimes A Cunning And

I Have Written A Wicked Book, And Feel Spotless As The Lamb.

Any Appellative At All Savouring Of Arbitrary Rank Is Unsuitable To A Man Of Liberal And Catholic Mind.

The March Of Conquest Through Wild Provinces, May Be The March Of Mind; But Not The March Of Love.

There Are Certain Queer Times And Occasions In This Strange Mixed Affair We Call Life When A Man Takes His Whole Universe For A Vast Practical Joke.

In Childhood, Death Stirred Me Not; In Middle Age, It Pursued Me Like A Prowling Bandit On The Road; Now, Grown An Old Man, It Boldly Leads The Way, And Ushers Me On.