Thought Is The Thought Of Thought.

What Did It Avail To Pray When He Knew His Soul Lusted After Its Own Destruction?

They Lived And Laughed And Loved And Left.

When A Man Is Born...there Are Nets Flung At It To Hold It Back From Flight. You Talk To Me Of Nationality, Language, Religion. I Shall Try To Fly By Those Nets.

Better Pass Boldly Into That Other World, In The Full Glory Of Some Passion, Than Fade And Wither Dismally With Age.

This Race And This Country And This Life Produced Me, He Said. I Shall Express Myself As I Am.