Be smart and let the revenge of karma start!
The more you care, the more you hope and dare!
Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk--the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.
I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.
Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.