Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.

For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow To have, - to hold - and - in time, - let go.

With the drum and the skin of the antelope all the gods, that sway the battle, have scared away the enemies.

Strange, weird things that no man may say, things Humanity hides away; secretly done, catch the light of the living day.

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

Or, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains, holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell.