The History Of My Stupidity Would Fill

When I Curse Fate, It's Not Me, But The Earth In Me.

I Am Composed Of Contradictions, Which Is Why Poetry Is A Better Form For Me Than Philosophy

What Is Poetry Which Does Not Save Nations Or People?

Human Reason Is Beautiful And Invincible. No Bars, No Barbed Wire, No Pulping Of Books, No Sentence Of Banishment Can Prevail Against It. It Puts What Should Be Above Things As They Are. It Does Not Know Jew From Greek Nor Slave From Master.

I Knew That I Would Speak In The Language Of The Vanquished No More Durable Than Old Customs, Family Rituals, Christmas Tinsel, And Once A Year The Hilarity Of Carols.