For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

Truth is within ourselves.

Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

Who knows but the world may end tonight