What I Write Could Only Be Called

We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our Birth.

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing.

War Is Pillage Versus Resistance And If Illusions Of Magnitude Could Be Transmuted Into Ideals Of Magnanimity, Peace Might Be Realized.

What Is There In Being Able To Say That One Has Dominated The Stream In An Attitude Of Self-defense; In Proving That One Has Had The Experience Of Carrying A Stick?

One Must Be As Clear As One's Natural Reticence Allows One To Be.