Stupidity Talks, Vanity Acts.

For True Poetry, Complete Poetry, Consists In The Harmony Of Contraries. Hence, It Is Time To Say Aloud--and It Is Here Above Allthat Exceptions Prove The Rule--that Everything That Exists In Nature Exists In Art.

I Love All Men Who Think, Even Those Who Think Otherwise Than Myself.

In The Twentieth Century War Will Be Dead, The Scaffold Will Be Dead, Hatred Will Be Dead, Frontier Boundaries Will Be Dead, Dogmas Will Be Dead; Man Will Live. He Will Possess Something Higher Than All These-a Great Country, The Whole Earth, And A Great Hope, The Whole Heaven.

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.

The Earth Is A Great Piece Of Stupidity.