Man Needs To Suffer. When

All Is Beautiful And Unceasing, All Is Music And Reason, And All, Like Diamond, Is Carbon First, Then Light.

No Fruit On Earth Can Rival The Cemetery's Crop

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.

The Dagger Plunged In The Name Of Freedom Is Plunged Into The Breast Of Freedom.

A Child Who Does Not Think About What Happens Around Him And Is Content With Living Without Wondering Whether He Lives Honestly Is Like A Man Who Lives From A Scoundrel's Work And Is On The Road To Being A Scoundrel.