I Have Not The Hope Of Being

Mankind Have Banned The Divinity From Their Presence; They Have Relegated Him To A Sanctuary; The Walls Of The Temple Restrict His View; He Does Not Exist Outside Of It.

We Are All Instruments Endowed With Feeling And Memory. Our Senses Are So Many Strings That Are Struck By Surrounding Objects And That Also Frequently Strike Themselves.

The Blood Of Jesus Christ Can Cover A Multitude Of Sins, It Seems To Me.

Evil Always Turns Up In This World Through Some Genius Or Other.

Poetry Must Have Something In It That Is Barbaric, Vast And Wild.