Civilization Is A Transient Sickness.

Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

He Is Strong And Pain Is Worse To The Strong, Incapacity Is Worse.

Well: The Day Is A Poem But Too Much Like One Of Jeffers's, Crusted With Blood And Barbaric Omens Painful To Excess, Inhuman As A Hawk's Cry.

Truly Men Hate The Truth; They'd Liefer Meet A Tiger On The Road.

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful... ... The Wholeness Of Life And Things, The Divine Beauty Of The Universe. Love That, Not Man Apart From That, Or Else You Will Share Man's Pitiful Confusions, Or Drown In Despair When His Days Darken.