A Woman In Such An Emotional Tempest

Animals Are Neither Gods Nor Fiends, But Men In Their Way Without The Lust And Greed Of Man.

Man Can Be That Which He Wishes To Be; Form And Substance, They Are But Shadows. The Mind, The Ego, The Essence Of The God-dream -- That Is Real, That Is Immortal.

But Not All Men Seek Rest And Peace; Some Are Born With The Spirit Of The Storm In Their Blood.

The Only Safe Enemy Was A Headless Enemy.

Men Are But Men, And The Greatest Men Are They Who Soonest Learn The Simpler Things.