We Can Destroy Only As Creators

Jesus Died Too Soon. If He Had Lived To My Age He Would Have Repudiated His Doctrine.

Your Soul Will Be Dead Even Before Your Body: Fear Nothing Further.

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

In Laughter All That Is Evil Comes Together, But Is Pronounced Holy And Absolved By Its Own Bliss.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!