They Import And They Consume Reality.

The Cold Passion For Truth Hunts In No Pack.

Happy People Die Whole, They Are All Dissolved In A Moment, They Have Had What They Wanted.

Humanity Is The Start Of The Race; I Say Humanity Is The Mould To Break Away From, The Crust To Break Through, The Coal To Break Into Fire, The Atom To Be Split.

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful... ... The Wholeness Of Life And Things, The Divine Beauty Of The Universe. Love That, Not Man Apart From That, Or Else You Will Share Man's Pitiful Confusions, Or Drown In Despair When His Days Darken.

The Heads Of Strong Old Age Are Beautiful Beyond All Grace Of Youth.