I Must Create A System, Or Be

Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.

And Is He Honest Who Resists His Genius Or Conscience Only For The Sake Of Present Ease Or Gratification

O Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race?

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity.

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.