But Alas, If I Have

Brothers, He Who Dies Here Dies In The Radiance Of The Future, And We Are Entering A Tomb All Flooded With The Dawn.

All Roads Are Blocked To A Philosophy Which Reduces Everything To The Word 'no.' To 'no' There Is Only One Answer And That Is 'yes.

The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley: It Is A Thoroughfare. It Closes On The Twilight. It Opens On The Dawn.

They Say Love Is Blindness Of Heart; I Say Not To Love Is Blindness.

The Hatred Of Luxury Is Not An Intelligent Hatred. It Implies A Hatred Of Arts.