When I Rest My Feet My Mind

I Look Upon Logical Proofs The Way A Well-bred Girl Looks Upon A Love Letter

A Thirsty Ambition For Truth And Virtue, And A Frenzy To Conquer All Lies And Vices Which Are Not Recognized As Such Nor Desire To Be; Herein Consists The Heroic Spirit Of The Philosopher.

When I Rest My Feet My Mind Also Ceases To Function.

Everything The Human Being Heard From The Beginning, Saw With Its Eyes, Looked Upon And Touched With Its Hands Was A Living Word; For God Was The Word.

Poetry Is The Mother-tongue Of The Human Race.