To Strip A Man Of All Loyalties

I Am No Theologian. I Am A Layman. I Am Among Those Who Are Preached To, And Who Listen. It Is Not For Me To Preach. I Should Not Willingly Forego Being A Listener, A Man Who Reads The Gospels And Then Listens To What Others Say That Our Lord Meant. But Sometimes A Listener Speaks Out, And Listens To His Own Voice.

In Youth The Human Body Drew Me And Was The Object Of My Secret And Natural Dreams. But Body After Body Has Taken Away From Me That Sensual Phosphorescence Which My Youth Delighted In.

A Gang Is The Same As A Wolf Pack; Gang Members Do Not Use Their Energies In Friendship With One Another, For They Do Not Know What Friendship Is. If They Are United, It Is By The Common Bond Of A Desire To Attack Their World.

All Poets And Story Tellers Alive Today Make A Single Brotherhood; They Are Engaged In A Single Work, Picturing Our Human Life. Whoever Pictures Life As He Sees It, Reassembles In His Own Way The Details Of Existence Which Affect Him Deeply, And So Creates A Spiritual World Of His Own.

Certainly There Are Great Men Whose Age Circumscribes Them So Completely That We Lose Interest.