The Real Affliction Of Old Age Is

The Man Of Action Is Not The Headstrong Fool Who Rushes Into Danger With No Thought For Himself, But The Man Who Puts Into Practice The Things He Knows.

The Only Way To Escape The Abyss Is To Look At It, Gauge It, Sound It Out And Descend Into It.

I Am The Captain Of My Destiny, I Do Not Abandon The Ship In Hard Times, But, I Do Have Sense Enough Not To Go Down With The Ship.

The Face Of The Night Will Be An Old Wound That Reopens Each Evening, Impassive And Living. The Distant Silence Will Ache Like A Soul, Mute, In The Dark. We'll Speak To The Night As It's Whispering Softly.

In Fact A Man In Love Or One Consumed With Hatred Creates Symbols For Himself, As A Superstitious Man Does, From A Passion Of Conferring Uniqueness On Things Or Persons. A Man Who Knows Nothing Of Symbols Is One Of Dante's Sluggards. This Is Why Art Mirrors Itself In Primitive Rites Or Strong Passions, Seeking For Symbols, Revolving Round The Primitive Taste For Savagery, For What Is Irrational (blood And Sex).