Words, Without Power, Is Mere Philosophy.

I Have Never Considered Myself A Poet. Therefore, I Am Not A Rival Of Anyone, And I Do Not Consider Anybody My Rival.

I Am A Hidden Meaning Made To Defy. The Grasp Of Words, And Walk Away With Free Will And Destiny. As Living, Revolutionary Clay.

Since Love First Made The Breast An Instrument Of Fierce Lamenting, By Its Flame My Heart Was Molten To A Mirror, Like A Rose I Pluck My Breast Apart, That I May Hang This Mirror In Your Sight.

In The First Period Religious Life Appears As A Form Of Discipline Which The Individual Or A Whole People Must Accept As An Unconditional Command Without Any Rational Understanding Of The Ultimate Meaning And Purpose Of That Command.

The Ultimate Purpose Of Religious Life Is To Make This Evolution Move In A Direction Far More Important To The Destiny Of The Ego Than The Moral Health Of The Social Fabric Which Forms His Present Environment.