Slogans Can Be Worse Than Swords If

Most Things Are Born In The Mothering Darkness And Most Things Die. Darkness Is The Womb Of Creation, My Boy. But The Sun With His Seven Horns Of Flame Is The Father Of Life.

It Is Easy To Be Hopeful In The Day When You Can See The Things You Wish On.

Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening Sun, Had To Die For Loving Her.

Among The Thousand White Persons, I Am A Dark Rock Surged Upon, And Overswept.

I Belong To No Race Nor Time. I Am The Eternal Feminine With Its String Of Beads.