The Only Safe Enemy Was A Headless

What Is Death But A Traversing Of Eternities And A Crossing Of Cosmic Oceans?

It Is An Ill Thing To Meet A Man You Thought Dead In The Woodland At Dusk.

Man Can Be That Which He Wishes To Be; Form And Substance, They Are But Shadows. The Mind, The Ego, The Essence Of The God-dream -- That Is Real, That Is Immortal.

My Characters Are More Like Men Than These Real Men Are, See. They're Rough And Rude, They Got Hands And They Got Bellies. They Hate And They Lust; Break The Skin Of Civilization And You Find The Ape, Roaring And Red-handed.

I Live, I Burn With Life, I Love, I Slay, & Am Content.