Every Human Being Has Within Him An

All Is Beautiful And Unceasing, All Is Music And Reason, And All, Like Diamond, Is Carbon First, Then Light.

A Poem Is Something Sacred. Let No One Take It For Anything Except Itself.

It Is Terrible To Speak Of You, Liberty, For One Who Lives Without You.

But Love, Like The Sun That It Is, Sets Afire And Melts Everything. What Greed And Privilege To Build Up Over Whole Centuries The Indignation Of A Pious Spirit, With Its Natural Following Of Oppressed Souls, Will Cast Down With A Single Shove.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.