Light half-believers of our casual creeds, who never deeply felt, nor >>
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grand >>
Unquiet souls. In the dark fermentation of earth, in the never idle wo >>
Those who desire to become rich, desire it at once. >>
Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits. >>
Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or >>
With close-lipped Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbor to Despair.