How shall the soul of a man be larger than the life he has lived?

What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.

He stripped off the armor of institutional friendships To dedictate his soul To the terrible deities of Truth and Beauty.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

Did I follow Truth wherever she led, And stand against the whole world for a cause, And uphold the weak against the strong? If I did I would be remembered among men.

The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, why fiddle you must, for all your life.

It takes life to love life.