The Artist Is The Compass

Take Possession Of The Air, Submit The Elements, Penetrate The Last Redoubts Of Nature, Make Space Retreat, Make Death Retreat.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

The Greatest Human Ideal Is The Great Cause Of Bringing Together The Thoughts Of Europe And Asia; The Great Soul Of India Will Topple Our World.

When Nothing Hampers Action, The Soul Has Fewer Reasons For Action.

Let Us Return To Our Eagle's Nest In The Himalayas. It Is Waiting For Us, For It Is Ours, Eaglets Of Europe, We Need Not Renounce Any Part Of Our Real Nature...whence We Formerly Took Our Flight.