Poems
The Thinker Emptily Wise (1)
Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night,/ In one black mystery two void mysteries blends;/ The stray stars, whose innumerable light/ Repeats one mystery till conjecture ends;/ The stream of ti...
Every Moment Has a Thought To Ask (2)
How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,/ When the miserly press of each day's need/ Aches to a narrowness of spilled distraction/ My soul appalled at the world's work's time-greed?/ How can I...
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays
Essays