This Is The Age In Which Hills

I Come From All Places And To All Places I Go: I Am Art Among The Arts And Mountain Among Mountains. I Know The Strange Names Of Flowers And Herbs And Of Fatal Deceptions And Magnificent Griefs. In Night's Darkness I've Seen Raining Down On My Head Pure Flames, Flashing Rays Of Beauty Divine.

A Selfish Man Is A Thief.

Man Needs To Go Outside Himself In Order To Find Repose And Reveal Himself.

Man Loves Liberty, Even If He Does Not Know That He Loves It. He Is Driven By It And Flees From Where It Does Not Exist.

Rights Are To Be Taken, Not Requested; Seized, Not Begged For.