A Lion Is Made Up Of The

A Lion Is Made Up Of The Lambs He's Digested.

For Poetry There Exists Neither Large Countries Nor Small. Its Domain Is In The Heart Of All Men.

Every Man Of Action Has A Strong Dose Of Egoism, Pride, Hardness, And Cunning. But All Those Things Will Be Regarded As High Qualities If He Can Make Them The Means To Achieve Great Ends.

You Spoke About Things They Couldn't See And So They Laughed. Yet To Row Up The Dark River Against The Current, To Take The Unknown Road Blindly, Stubbornly, And To Search For Words Rooted Like The Knotted Olive Tree- Let Them Laugh. And To Yearn For The Other World To Inhabit Today's Suffocating Loneliness, This Ravaged Present- Let Them Be.

And If The Soul Is To Know Itself It Is Into A Soul That It Must Look: The Stranger And The Enemy, We've Seen Him In The Mirror.