If We Meet No Gods, It Is

As Every Man Is Hunted By His Own Daemon, Vexed By His Own Disease, This Checks All His Activity.

Passion Rebuilds The World For The Youth. It Makes All Things Alive And Significant.

Draw, If Thou Canst, The Mystic Line, Severing Rightly His From Thine, Which Is Human, Which Divine.

Whilst We Want Cities As The Centres Where The Best Things Are Found, Cities Degrade Us By Magnifying Trifles.

Music Is The Poor Man's Parnassus.