Most Men Are Essentially Dead By Thirty.

Take Possession Of The Air, Submit The Elements, Penetrate The Last Redoubts Of Nature, Make Space Retreat, Make Death Retreat.

Thousands Of Animals (now Billions) Are Butchered Every Day Without A Shadow Of Remorse. It Cries Vengeance Upon All The Human Race.

To Understand Everything Is To Hate Nothing.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

Love Of My Country Does Not Demand That I Shall Hate And Slay Those Noble And Faithful Souls Who Also Love Theirs.