He Who Denies His Heritage, Has No

Sit By Me, My Beloved, And Listen To My Heart; Smile, For Your Happiness Is A Symbol Of Our Future.

Rebellion Without Truth Is Like Spring In A Bleak, Arid Desert.

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.

I Deserted The World And Sought Solitude Because I Became Tired Of Rendering Courtesy To Those Multitudes Who Believe That Humility Is A Sort Of Weakness, And Mercy A Kind Of Cowardice, And Snobbery A Form Of Strength.

And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?