Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.