Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.
The modern pantheist not only sees the god in everything, he takes photographs of it.
If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.
The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.