The Thirst For Vengeance Was The Beautiful

Poetry Is The Mother-tongue Of The Human Race.

The Farther Reason Looks The Greater Is The Haze In Which It Loses Itself.

What For Others Is Style, For Me Is Soul.

Our Reason Arises, At The Very Least, From This Twofold Lesson Of Sensuous Revelations And Human Testimonies.

What Good To Me Is The Festive Garment Of Freedom When I Am In A Slave's Smock At Home?