I Have Struck A City

Let It Be Clearly Understood That The Russian Is A Delightful Person Till He Tucks In His Shirt. As An Oriental He Is Charming. It Is Only When He Insists On Being Treated As The Most Easterly Of Western Peoples Instead Of The Most Westerly Of Easterns That He Becomes A Racial Anomaly Extremely Difficult To Handle.

The White Moth To The Closing Vine, The Bee To The Open Clover, And The Gypsy Blood To The Gypsy Blood Ever The Wide World Over.

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

What Stands If Freedom Fall?

When Your Daemon Is In Charge, Do Not Try To Think Consciously. Drift, Wait, And Obey.