In Truth You Owe Naught

Yesterday Is But Today's Memory, And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream.

My Friend, I Am Not What I Seem. Seeming Is But A Garment I Wear — A Care-woven Garment That Protects Me From Thy Questionings And Thee From My Negligence. The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

The Just Is Close To The People's Heart, But The Merciful Is Close To The Heart Of God.

Pity It Is We Drowse Too Soon Pity It Is We Fall Asleep Ere Our Song Encompass The Height Ere Our Hand Inherit The Deep

And Let To-day Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.