A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.

But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

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.

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’ ‘It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered, ‘But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.

He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.