Service brings reward,And Vice is a good slave-master,For it always recompenses;So does Virtue.But Vice is a vain-masterFor at dusk the hand is empty,And all gathering,Good when at hand;But to the end, a venomous sting.Pleasure is a murderer;Pain, a saviour:For, Pleasure sticks to the Present,While Pain looks to the Future.The Present is time;The Future, eternal.Time kills Contentment;Eternity, Boredom.Time is surface;Eternity, depth.Time is a shadow;Eternity, the real.Time’s encaged by Boredom;Which Pleasure strikes, to kill,But makes it stronger...
People
I must be interested in people, they say. I’m not. I’m interested in ideals. People come and go: ideals do not.….Reality is now visible, after many years.Childhood fancies of fairies and friars gone.I searched for an ideal, but in vain.What I’ve found is truth so cold,That untrained youth can’t hold.Religion is a cloak.Virtue is intermittent; vice, perpetual.Virtue is pretention; vice, desire.Virtue is a feeling; vice, the current.Virtue is a fancy; vice, reality.Man, in ministry, is a self-centered animal.The Christian…doesn’t exist.Heart is witness.Only...
