In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must

Blood Will Stream Over Europe Until The Nations Become Aware Of The Frightful Madness Which Drives Them In Circles. And Then, Struck By Celestial Music And Made Gentle, They Approach Their Former Altars All Together, Hear About The Works Of Peace, And Hold A Great Celebration Of Peace With Fervent Tears Before The Smoking Altars.

Knowledge Is Only One Half. Faith Is The Other.

The True Poet Is All-knowing; He Is An Actual World In Miniature.

Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Prayer Is To Religion What Thinking Is To Philosophy. To Pray Is To Make Religion.