Love Gives Naught But Itself

If It's A Despot You Would Dethrone, See First That His Throne Erected Within You Is Destroyed.

Defeat, My Defeat, My Deathless Courage, You And I Shall Laugh Together With The Storm, And Together We Shall Dig Graves For All That Die In Us, And We Shall Stand In The Sun With A Will, And We Shall Be Dangerous

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

Your House Is Your Larger Body. It Grows In The Sun And Sleeps In The Stillness Of The Night; And It Is Not Dreamless. Does Not Your House Dream, And Dreaming, Leave The City For Grove Or Hilltop?

The First Thought Of God Was An Angel. The First Word Of God Was A Man