Life Is A Theatre Set

Phenomena Intersect; To See But One Is To See Nothing.

We Are For Religion Against The Religions.

In My Old Age There Is A Coming Into Flower. My Body Wanes; My Mind Waxes.

Great Griefs Exhaust. They Discourage Us With Life. The Man Into Whom They Enter Feels Something Taken From Him. In Youth, Their Visit Is Sad; Later On, It Is Ominous.

It Is An Unpleasant Thing To Go To Bed Without Supper, It Is A Still Less Pleasant Thing Not To Sup And Not To Know Where One Is To Sleep.