Order Is Not Pressure Which Is Imposed

Poetry Is Adolescence Fermented, And Thus Preserved.

The Hero's Will Is Not That Of His Ancestors Nor Of His Society, But His Own. This Will To Be Oneself Is Heroism.

The Trend Towards Pure Art Betrays Not Arrogance, As Is Often Thought, But Modesty. Art That Has Rid Itself Of Human Pathos Is A Thing Without Consequence.

Under The Species Of Syndicalism And Fascism There Appears For The First Time In Europe A Type Of Man Who Does Not Want To Give Reasons Or To Be Right, But Simply Shows Himself Resolved To Impose His Opinions.

In This Initial Illimitableness Of Possibilities That Characterizes One Who Has No Nature There Stands Out Only One Fixed, Pre-established, And Given Line By Which He May Chart His Course, Only One Limit: The Past.