War Among Men Defiles This World.

Disillusion Can Become Itself An Illusion If We Rest In It.

If You Do Not Push The Boundaries, You Will Never Know Where They Are.

Because I Do Not Hope To Turn Again Because I Do Not Hope Because I Do Not Hope To Turn Desiring This Man's Gift And That Man's Scope I No Longer Strive To Strive Towards Such Things (why Should The Aged Eagle Stretch Its Wings?) Why Should I Mourn The Vanished Power Of The Usual Reign?

There Is No Absolute Point Of View From Which Real And Ideal Can Be Finally Separated And Labelled.

Between The Idea And The Reality Between The Motion And The Act Falls The Shadow