Poetry Fettered Fetters The Human Race.

I Must Create A System Or Be Enslaved By Another Mans; I Will Not Reason And Compare: My Business Is To Create.

Exuberance Is Beauty.

I Am Under The Direction Of Messengers From Heaven Daily And Nightly.

What Is Grand Is Necessarily Obscure To Weak Men. That Which Can Be Made Explicit To The Idiot Is Not Worth My Care.

In The Universe, There Are Things That Are Known, And Things That Are Unknown, And In Between, There Are Doors.