Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World

In Our Plain Defects We Already Know The Brotherhood Of Man.

It Is The Individual Man In His Individual Freedom Who Can Mature With His Warm Spirit The Unripe World.

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

What Is Madness To Those Who Only Observe, Is Often Wisdom To Those To Whom It Happens.

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.