Within My Heart Is The Lamp Of

It Is Among Men Of Genius And Science That Atheism Alone Is Found.

... Virtue Owns A More Eternal Foe Than Force Or Fraud: Old Custom, Legal Crime, And Bloody Faith The Foulest Birth Of Time.

Where Is Perfection? Where I Cannot Reach.

I Silently Laugh At My Own Cenotaph, And Out Of The Caverns Of Rain, Like A Child From The Womb, Like A Ghost From The Tomb, I Arise And Unbuild It Again.

What! Alive, And So Bold, O Earth?