Nothing Recedes Like Progress.

The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

Equality Is What Does Not Exist Among Mortals.

I Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In My Heart)

Writingis An Art; And Artistsare Human Beings. As A Human Being Stands, So A Human Being Is

The Symbol Of All Art Is The Prism. The Goal Is Unrealism. The Method Is Destructive. To Break Up The White Light Of Objective Realism, Into The Secret Glories Which It Contains.