Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road.

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

If millions are born millions must die.

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts.

This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.