Poetry Must Have Something In It That

If Your Little Savage Were Left To Himself And Be Allowed To Retain All His Ignorance, He Would In Time Join The Infant's Reasoning To The Grown Man's Passion, He Would Strangle His Father And Sleep With His Mother.

If There Is One Realm In Which It Is Essential To Be Sublime, It Is In Wickedness. You Spit On A Petty Thief, But You Can't Deny A Kind Of Respect For The Great Criminal.

Genius Is Present In Every Age, But The Men Carrying It Within Them Remain Benumbed Unless Extraordinary Events Occur To Heat Up And Melt The Mass So That It Flows Forth.

Man Will Never Be Free Until The Last King Is Strangled With The Entrails Of The Last Priest.

The World Is The House Of The Strong. I Shall Not Know Until The End What I Have Lost Or Won In This Place, In This Vast Gambling Den Where I Have Spent More Than Sixty Years, Dice Box In Hand, Shaking The Dice.