You have not known what you are - you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life; Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time; What you have done returns already in mockeries; Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return? The mockeries are not you; Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk.

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

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

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.

Those who love each other shall become invincible.

The real war will never get in the books.