Only Those Who Spread Treachery,

But Love, Like The Sun That It Is, Sets Afire And Melts Everything. What Greed And Privilege To Build Up Over Whole Centuries The Indignation Of A Pious Spirit, With Its Natural Following Of Oppressed Souls, Will Cast Down With A Single Shove.

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

We Are Free, But Not To Be Evil, Not To Be Indifferent To Human Suffering, Not To Profit From The People, From The Work Created And Sustained Through Their Spirit Of Political Association, While Refusing To Contribute To The Political State That We Profit From.

A Poem Is Something Sacred. Let No One Take It For Anything Except Itself.

A Child, From The Time He Can Think, Should Think About All He Sees, Should Suffer For All Who Cannot Live With Honesty, Should Work So That All Men Can Be Honest, And Should Be Honest Himself.