The Artists Must Be Sacrificed To Their

Nature Suffers Nothing To Remain In Her Kingdom Which Cannot Help Itself.

What You Do Thunders Above Your Head So Loudly, I Cannot Hear The Words You Speak.

The Hero Sees That The Event Is Ancillary: It Must Follow Him.

Let Us Stun And Astonish The Intruding Rabble Of Men And Books And Institutions By A Simple Declaration Of The Divine Fact. Bid The Invaders Take The Shoes From Off Their Feet, For God Is Here Within.

Why Need I Volumes, If One Word Suffice?