Mankind Has Got To Get Back To

Never Trust The Artist. Trust The Tale. The Proper Function Of The Critic Is To Save The Tale From The Artist Who Created It.

Give Up Bearing Children And Bear Hope And Love And Devotion To Those Already Born.

And Woman Is The Same As Horses: Two Wills Act In Opposition Inside Her. With One Will She Wants To Subject Herself Utterly. With The Other She Wants To Bolt, And Pitch Her Rider To Perdition.

Nothing But Love Has Made The Dog Lose His Wild Freedom, To Become The Servant Of Man.

And To My Lips' Bright Crimson Rim The Passion Slips, And Down My Slim White Body Drips The Shining Hymn.