A Mind Too Active Is No Mind

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.