The Flower Is The Poetry

The Stage Play Is A Trial, Not A Deed Of Violence. The Soul Is Opened, Like The Combination Of A Safe, By Means Of A Word. You Don't Require An Acetylene Torch.

In Times Of Death And Famine, Reason Is On The Side Of The Priests-who Have Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion, Invents Them.

Is A Park Any Better Than A Coal Mine? What's A Mountain Got That A Slag Pile Hasn't? What Would You Rather Have In Your Garden--an Almond Tree Or An Oil Well?

Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion.

All The Evil In The World Is The Fault Of The Self-styled Pure In Heart, A Result Of Their Eagerness To Unearth Secrets And Expose Them To The Light Of The Sun.