Mastery.- We Have Reached Mastery When We

The Refinement Of Shame. People Are Not Ashamed To Think Something Foul, But They Are Ashamed When They Think These Foul Thoughts Are Attributed To Them.

This Crown To Crown The Laughing Man, This Rose-wreath Crown: I Myself Have Set This Crown Upon My Head, I Myself Have Pronounced My Laughter Holy.

Memory Says, 'i Did That.' Pride Replies, 'i Could Not Have Done That.' Eventually, Memory Yields.

On The Tree, Future, We Build Our Nest; And In Our Solitude Eagles Shall Bring Us Nourishment In Their Beaks!

I Am Really Very, Very Tired Of Everything - More Than Tired.