Poets Are Shameless With Their Experiences: They

I Am Not Bigoted Enough For A System-and Not Even For My System.

What, Then Is Truth?... Truths Are Illusions About Which One Has Forgotten That This Is What They Are.

He Turns All Of His Injuries Into Strengths, That Which Does Not Kill Him Makes Him Stronger, He Is Superman.

What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself In Man.

Blessed Are The Sleepy Ones: For They Shall Soon Drop Off.