The First And Last Lesson Of Religion

There Is No Man Of Nature's Worth In The Circle Of The Earth.

In Youth, We Clothe Ourselves With Rainbows, With Hope & Love, & Go As Brave As The Zodiack. In Age We Put Out Another Sort Of Perspiration; Gout, Fever, Rheumatism, Caprice, Doubt, Fretting, And Avarice.

You Have Just Dined, And However Scrupulously The Slaughterhouse Is Concealed In The Graceful Distance Of Miles, There Is Complicity.

The Eyes Of Men Converse As Much As Their Tongues.

Thought Is The Blossom; Language The Bud; Action The Fruit Behind It.