Poetry Is To Hold Judgment On Your

I Am In Revolt Against The Age-old Lie That The Majority Is Always Right.

Oh Courage...oh Yes! If Only One Had That...then Life Might Be Livable, In Spite Of Everything.

But I Almost Think We Are All Of Us Ghosts. It Is Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That “walks” In Us. It Is All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Cannot Shake Them Off. Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines.

Nora: I Must Stand On My Own Two Feet If I'm To Get To Know Myself And The World Outside. That's Why I Can't Stay Here With You Any Longer.

It Is The Very Mark Of The Spirit Of Rebellion To Crave For Happiness In This Life