Fun I Love, But Too Much Fun

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.

Christ's Crucifix Shall Be Made An Excuse For Executing Criminals.

What Is Now Proved Was Once Only Imagined.

Poetry Fettered Fetters The Human Race.

Nature In Darkness Groans And Men Are Bound To Sullen Contemplation In The Night: Restless They Turn On Beds Of Sorrow; In Their Inmost Brain Feeling The Crushing Wheels, They Rise, They Write The Bitter Words Of Stern Philosophy And Knead The Bread Of Knowledge With Tears And Groans.