The Worst Enemy Of Life, Freedom And

Most Ignorance Is Vincible Ignorance. We Don't Know Because We Don't Want To Know.

Blood Of The World, Time Staunchless Flows; The Wound Is Mortal And Is Mine.

Words, Words, Words! They Shut One Off From The Universe. Three Quarters Of The Time One's Never In Contact With Things, Only With The Beastly Words That Stand For Them.

Most Human Beings Have An Almost Infinite Capacity For Taking Things For Granted.

The Poet's Place, It Seems To Me, Is With The Mr. Hydes Of Human Nature.