The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat

And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.