From Fanaticism To Barbarism Is Only One

La Poe Sie Veutquelque Chose D'e Norme, Debarbare Et De Sauvage. Poetry Needs Something On The Scale Of The Grand, The Barbarous, The Savage.

I Feel, I Think, I Judge; Therefore, A Part Of Organized Matter Like Me Is Capable Of Feeling, Thinking, And Judging.

Only The Bad Man Is Alone.

To Be Born In Imbecility, In The Midst Of Pain And Crisis; To Be The Plaything Of Ignorance, Error, Need, Sickness, Wickedness, And Passions; To Return Step By Step To Imbecility, From The Time Of Lisping To That Of Doting; To Live Among Knaves And Charlatans Of All Kinds; To Die Between One Man Who Takes Your Pulse And Another Who Troubles Your Head; Never To Know Where You Come From, Why You Come And Where You Are Going! That Is What Is Called The Most Important Gift Of Our Parents And Nature. Life.

Gratitude Is A Burden, And Every Burden Is Made To Be Shaken Off.