Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.

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.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Whoever degrades another degrades me.

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

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.