You Preserve Your Shame But You Kill

I Am An Intelligent River Which Has Reflected Successively All The Banks Before Which It Has Flowed By Meditating Only On The Images Offered By Those Changing Shores.

Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain Something Too Shameful To Reveal.

The Three Great Problems Of This Century; The Degradation Of Man In The Proletariat, The Subjection Of Women Through Hunger, The Atrophy Of The Child By Darkness.

All Who Suffer Are Full Of Hatred; All Who Live Drag A Remorse: The Dead Alone Have Broken Their Chains.

In My Old Age There Is A Coming Into Flower. My Body Wanes; My Mind Waxes.