Athens, Greece
Well,if you are so aware of thine own heart,
why struggle against its leanings?
Compliance with ethical dictations does not guarantee happiness in any way.
But neither does the absence of morality...
And thus I clothe
my naked villany
With odd old ends
stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
-William Ernest Henley.-
