A Distracted Existence Leads Us To No

You Can’t, If You Can’t Feel It, If It Never Rises From The Soul, And Sways The Heart Of Every Single Hearer, With Deepest Power, In Simple Ways. You’ll Sit Forever, Gluing Things Together, Cooking Up A Stew From Other’s Scraps, Blowing On A Miserable Fire, Made From Your Heap Of Dying Ash. Let Apes And Children Praise Your Art, If Their Admiration’s To Your Taste, But You’ll Never Speak From Heart To Heart, Unless It Rises Up From Your Heart’s Space.

All Things Are Only Transitory.

If You Call A Thing Bad You Do Little, If You Call A Thing Good You Do Much

Men Are Joined By Conviction, Sundered By Opinion.

A King There Was Once Reigning, Who Had A Goodly Flea, Him Loved He Without Feigning, As His Own Son Were He!