One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.

There never was a war that was not inward; I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war.

Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.

The enslaver is enslaved, the hater, harmed.

It is in general true that in order to create works of art one has to have leisure. On the other hand I think that one needs to experience resistance in a practical sense, and even that which is poignant to bring out what makes easy reading for others. Too much deprivation of course, means death.

The mind is an enchanting thing.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.