Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!

All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

I cannot too often repeat that Democracy is a word the real gist of which still sleeps, quite unawakened, notwithstanding the resonance and the many angry tempests out of which its syllables have come, from pen or tongue. It is a great word, whose history, I suppose, remains unwritten because that history has yet to be enacted.

The work for giants...to serve well the guns!

I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .

Are you the new person drawn toward me?

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love.