We Are, All Of Us,

The Cowardly Belief That A Person Must Stay In One Place Is Too Reminiscent Of The Unquestioning Resignation Of Animals, Beasts Of Burden Stupefied By Servitude And Yet Always Willing To Accept The Slipping On Of The Harness. There Are Limits To Every Domain, And Laws To Govern Every Organized Power. But The Vagrant Owns The Whole Vast Earth That Ends Only At The Non-existent Horizon, And Her Empire Is An Intangible One, For Her Domination And Enjoyment Of It Are Things Of The Spirit.

Oh If At Every Moment Of Our Lives We Could Know The Consequences Of Some Of The Utterings, Thoughts And Deeds That Seem So Trivial And Unimportant At The Time! And Should We Not Conclude From Such Examples That There Is No Such Thing In Life As Unimportant Moments Devoid Of Meaning For The Future?

One Must Use The Weapons One Finds In One's Path.

From Every Ruin, Life Springs Up Again And Everything That Dies Is Born Again.

I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.