I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence

Adolf Hitler Was A Jeanne D'arc, A Saint. He Was A Martyr. Like Many Martyrs, He Held Extreme Views.

Install Me In Any Profession Save This Damn'd Profession Of Writing, Where One Needs One's Brains All The Time.

And The Days Are Not Full Enough And The Nights Are Not Full Enough And Life Slips By Like A Field Mouse Not Shaking The Grass

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

Genius... Is The Capacity To See Ten Things Where The Ordinary Man Sees One.