To Fight Evil Is To Fight Ourselves.

Enormous And Solid But Swaying, Beaten By The Wind But Chained, Murmur Of A Million Leaves Against My Window. Riot Of Trees, Surge Of Dark Green Sounds. The Grove, Suddenly Still, Is A Web Of Fronds And Branches.

Humankind Is Never What He Is But The Self He Seeks.

Contemporary Man Has Rationalized The Myths, But He Has Not Been Able To Destroy Them.

We Must Cultivate And Defend Particularity, Individuality, And Irregularity-life. Human Beings Do Not Have A Future In The Collectivism Of Bureaucratic States Or In The Mass Society Created By Capitalism. Every System, By Virtue As Much Of Its Abstract Nature As Of Its Pretension To Totality, Is The Enemy Of Life. As A Forgotten Spanish Poet, José Moreno Villa, Put It With Melancholy Wit: "i Have Discovered In Symmetry The Root Of Much Iniquity."

The Whole Motley Confusion Of Acts, Omissions, Regrets And Hopes Which Is The Life Of Each One Of Us Finds In Death, Not Meaning Or Explanation, But An End.