Men Are Much More Apt

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.

Even Though The World As A Whole Progresses, Youth Must Always Start Again From The Beginning, And As Individuals Go Through The Epochs Of The World's Culture.

Lamps Make Oil-spots And Candles Need Snuffing; It Is Only The Light Of Heaven That Shines Pure And Leaves No Stain.

No One Has Ever Learned Fully To Know Themselves.

What Man Does Not Know, Or Has Not Thought Of, Wanders In The Night Through The Labyrinth Of The Mind.