Fate Is Nothing But The

Go Where He Will, The Wise Man Is At Home, His Hearth The Earth, His Hall The Azure Dome.

He Needs No Library, For He Has Not Done Thinking; No Church, For He Is Himself A Prophet; No Statute Book, For He Hath The Lawgiver; No Money, For He Is Value Itself; No Road, For He Is At Home Where He Is.

Thus Grows Up Fashion, An Equivocal Semblance, The Most Puissant, The Most Fantastic And Frivolous, The Most Feared And Followed, And Which Morals And Violence Assault In Vain.

Society Is A Wave. The Wave Moves Onward, But The Water Of Which It Is Composed Does Not.

I Pay The Schoolmaster, But 'tis The Schoolboys That Educate My Son.