Let Me Into The Darkness Again.

It Was Not Well To Drive Men Into Final Corners; At Those Moments They Could All Develop Teeth And Claws.

In The Desert I Saw A Creature, Naked, Bestial, Who, Squatting Upon The Ground, Held His Heart In His Hands, And Ate Of It. I Said, ‘is It Good, Friend?’ ‘it Is Bitter — Bitter,’ He Answered, ‘but I Like It Because It Is Bitter, And Because It Is My Heart.

These Stupid Peasants, Who, Throughout The World, Hold Potentates On Their Thrones, Make Statesmen Illustrious, Provide Generals With Lasting Victories, All With Ignorance, Indifference, Or Half-witted Hatred, Moving The World With The Strength Of Their Arms, And Getting Their Heads Knocked Together In The Name Of God, The King, Or The Stock Exchange-immortal, Dreaming, Hopeless Asses, Who Surrender Their Reason To The Care Of A Shining Puppet, And Persuade Some Toy To Carry Their Lives In His Purse.

The Man Had Arrived At That Stage Of Drunkenness Where Affection Is Felt For The Universe.

A Man Feared A Man Feared That He Might Find An Assassin; Another That He Might Find A Victim. One Was More Wise Than The Other.