To Be Alone Is To

The Cowardly Belief That A Person Must Stay In One Place Is Too Reminiscent Of The Unquestioning Resignation Of Animals, Beasts Of Burden Stupefied By Servitude And Yet Always Willing To Accept The Slipping On Of The Harness. There Are Limits To Every Domain, And Laws To Govern Every Organized Power. But The Vagrant Owns The Whole Vast Earth That Ends Only At The Non-existent Horizon, And Her Empire Is An Intangible One, For Her Domination And Enjoyment Of It Are Things Of The Spirit.

But The Vagrant Owns The Whole Vast Earth That Ends Only At The Nonexistent Horizon, And His Empire Is An Intangible One, For His Domination And Enjoyment Of It Are Things Of The Spirit.

One Must Never Look For Happiness: One Meets It By The Way.

The Savage Hatred I Feel For Crowds Is Getting Worse, Natural Enemies That They Are Of Imagination And Of Thought.

One Must Use The Weapons One Finds In One's Path.