I Am Not Immortal. I Would Rather Be Ashes Than Dust. I Would Rather That My Spark Burn Out In A Brilliant Blaze Than It Should Be Stifled With Dry-Rot. I Would Rather Be A Superb Meteor, Every Atom Of Me In Magnificent Glow, Then A Sleepy And Permanent Planet. The Function Of Man Is To Live, Not To Exist. I Shall Not Waste My Days Trying To Prolong Them. I Shall Use My Time.




















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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How often we forget all time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods - her winds - her mountains - the intense
Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!