I Would Never Use A Long Word,

Have The Courage To Act Instead Of React.

And If I Should Live To Be The Last Leaf Upon The Tree In The Spring, Let Them Smile, As I Do Now, At The Old Forsaken Bough Where I Cling.

The Sea Drowns Out Humanity And Time. It Has No Sympathy With Either, For It Belongs To Eternity; And Of That It Sings Its Monotonous Song Forever And Ever.

To Reach A Port We Must Sail, Sometimes With The Wind, And Sometimes Against It. But We Must Not Drift Or Lie At Anchor.

Rough Work, Iconoclasm, But The Only Way To Get At Truth.