Let Us Take Our Bloated Nothingness Out

The Finest And Noblest Ground On Which People Can Live Is Truth; The Real With The Real; A Ground On Which Nothing Is Assumed.

Throb Thine With Nature's Throbbing Breast.

Never Utter The Truism But Live It Among Men.

If The Red Slayer Think He Slays, Or If The Slain Think He Is Slain, They Know Not Well The Subtle Ways, I Keep And Pass And Turn Again.

I Have Never Met A Man Who Was Not My Superior In Some Particular.