In The Desert A Fountain Is Springing,

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die; It Hath No Flatterers; Vanity Can Give, No Hollow Aid; Alone - Man With God Must Strive.

Critics Are Already Made.