I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence

A Little Light, Like A Rushlight / To Lead Back To Splendour.

The Only Chance For Victory Over The Brainwash Is The Right Of Every Man To Have His Ideas Judged One At A Time. You Never Get Clarity As Long As You Have These Packaged Words, As Long As A Word Is Used By Twenty-five People In Twenty-five Different Ways. That Seems To Me To Be The First Fight, If There Is Going To Be Any Intellect Left.

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.

The Artist Is The Antenna Of The Race.

People Find Ideas A Bore Because They Do Not Distinguish Between Live Ones And Stuffed Ones On A Shelf.