Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall
I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter.
The end is where we start from.
It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.
For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.