Wood Burns Because It Has

No One Is Willing To Believe That Adults Too, Like Children, Wander About This Earth In A Daze And, Like Children, Do Not Know Where They Come From Or Where They Are Going, Act As Rarely As They Do According To Genuine Motives, And Are As Thoroughly Governed As They Are By Biscuits And Cake And The Rod.

Once More I Am A Wanderer, A Pilgrim, Through The World. But What Else Are You?

Is This The Destiny Of Man? Is He Only Happy Before He Has Acquired His Reason Or After He Has Lost It?

Nature Knows No Pause In Progress And Development, And Attaches Her Curse On All Inaction.

What One Has Wished For In Youth, In Old Age One Has In Abundance.