Graves They Say Are Warm'd By Glory;

The Lotus Flower Is Troubled At The Sun's Resplendent Light; With Sunken Head And Sadly She Dreamily Waits For The Night.

Freedom Is A New Religion, The Religion Of Our Time.

This Was But A Prelude; Where Books Are Burnt Human-beings Will Be Burnt In The End

Man,--the Aristocrat Amongst The Animals.

I Have Smelt All The Aromas There Are In The Fragrant Kitchen They Call Earth; And What We Can Enjoy In This Life, I Surely Have Enjoyed Just Like A Lord!