My Poor Head Is In Such A

Man Must Strive, And Striving He Must Err.

What I Possess I Would Gladly Retain. Change Amuses The Mind, Yet Scarcely Profits.

I Curse All Negative Purism That Tells Me Not To Use A Word From Another Language That Either Expresses Something That My Own Language Cannot Or Does That In A More Delicate Manner.

Great Possessions And Great Want Of Them Are Both Strong Temptations.

From Inaccessible Mountain Range By Way Of Desert Untrod By Human Foot To The Ends Of The Unknown Seas, The Breath Of The Everlasting Creative Spirit Is Felt, Rejoicing Over Every Speck Of Dust That Hearkens To It And Lives.