The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have

The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have Sheltered For The Night.

I Know The Dark Delight Of Being Strange, The Penalty Of Difference In The Crowd, The Loneliness Of Wisdom Among Fools.

Upon The Clothes Behind The Tenement, That Hang Like Ghosts Suspended From The Lines, Linking Each Flat, But To Each Indifferent, Incongruous And Strange The Moonlight Shines.

Idealism Is Like A Castle In The Air If It Is Not Based On A Solid Foundation Of Social And Political Realism.

If A Man Is Not Faithful To His Own Individuality, He Cannot Be Loyal To Anything.