When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands— But the scene is grey.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon

In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned when it is put into pictures.

Doubtless there are other roads.

When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.