Hatred, Slavery's Inevitable Aftermath.

Men Are Like The Stars; Some Generate Their Own Light While Others Reflect The Brilliance They Receive.

Man Loves Liberty, Even If He Does Not Know That He Loves It. He Is Driven By It And Flees From Where It Does Not Exist.

Man Needs To Go Outside Himself In Order To Find Repose And Reveal Himself.

I Come From All Places And To All Places I Go: I Am Art Among The Arts And Mountain Among Mountains. I Know The Strange Names Of Flowers And Herbs And Of Fatal Deceptions And Magnificent Griefs. In Night's Darkness I've Seen Raining Down On My Head Pure Flames, Flashing Rays Of Beauty Divine.

Poetry Is The Work Of The Bard And Of The People Who Inspire Him.