Knowledge Comes Of Learning Well

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

As One Who Sees In Dreams And Wakes To Find The Emotional Impression Of His Vision Still Powerful While Its Parts Fade From His Mind - Just Such Am I, Having Lost Nearly All The Vision Itself, While In My Heart I Feel The Sweetness Of It Yet Distill And Fall.

Everywhere Is Here And Every When Is Now.

No Man May Be So Cursed By Priest Or Pope But What The Eternal Love May Still Return While Any Thread Of Green Lives On In Hope.