War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.
Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
There's a black rose growing in your garden.
...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?
Dance until the earth dance.
Our minds can go no further. The human imagination is capable of no further expression of beauty than the carved owl of Athene, the archaic, marble serpent, the arrogant selfish head of the Acropolis Apollo.