Life Has A Way Of Demanding That

Only That Is Poetry Which Cleanses And Mans Me.

The Narrow Sectarian Cannot Read Astronomy With Impunity. The Creeds Of His Church Shrivel Like Dried Leaves At The Door Of The Observatory.

They Who Talk Much Of Destiny, Their Birth-star, Etc., Are In A Lower Dangerous Plane, And Invite The Evils They Fear.

Character Is An Invincible Force, Which Acts By Presence And Without Means

Why Should We Be Cowed By The Name Of Action?.