Peoples Are Made Of Hate And Of

All Is Beautiful And Unceasing, All Is Music And Reason, And All, Like Diamond, Is Carbon First, Then Light.

Men Are Products, Expressions, Reflections; They Live To The Extent That They Coincide With Their Epoch, Or To The Extent That They Differ Markedly From It.

Poetry Is The Work Of The Bard And Of The People Who Inspire Him.

He Who Uses The Office He Owes To The Voters Wrongfully And Against Them Is A Thief.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.