Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.

Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow.

And on the pedestal these words appear:
 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
 Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' 
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
 Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
 The lone and level sands stretch far away.

This is Heaven, when pain and evil cease, and when the Benignant Principle, untrammelled and uncontrolled, visits in the fulness of its power the universal frame of things.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

The soul's joy lies in doing.