The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.
The dark is light enough.
Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?
In our plain defects we already know the brotherhood of man.
We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.
Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith.