We Need To Hear The Excuses Men

The Life Of The Soul Is Incalculable.

Everywhere The Fatal Spirit Of Imitation, Of Reference To European Standards, Penetrates And Threatens To Blight Whatever Of Original Growth Might Adorn The Soil.

Every Fact Is Impure, But Every Fact Contains In It The Juices Of Life. Every Fact Is A Clod, From Which May Grow An Amaranth Or A Palm.

There Exists In The Minds Of Men A Tone Of Feeling Toward Women As Toward Slaves.

Union Is Only Possible To Those Who Are Units. To Be Fit For Relations In Time, Souls, Whether Of Man Or Woman, Must Be Able To Do Without Them In The Spirit.