If Millions Are Born Millions Must Die.

God Is A Lion That Comes In The Night. God Is A Hawk Gliding Among The Stars-- If All The Stars And The Earth, And The Living Flesh Of The Night That Flows In Between Them, And Whatever Is Beyond Them Were That One Bird. He Has A Bloody Beak And Harsh Talons, He Pounces And Tears.

Meteors Are Not Needed Less Than Mountains: Shine, Perishing Republic.

Truly Men Hate The Truth; They'd Liefer Meet A Tiger On The Road.

It Is Only A Little Planet, But How Beautiful It Is.

Hear The Music, The Thunder Of The Wings. Love The Wild Swan.