"These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough. No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof."

"Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly."

"One joins the movement in a valueless world, Choosing it, till both hurler and the hurled, One moves as well, always …"

"Distorting hackneyed words in hackneyed songs He turns revolt into a style, prolongs The impulse to a habit of the time."

"My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused confused to be attracted by…"

"Aye, think! Since time and life began, Your mind has only feared and slept; Of all the beasts they called you man Onl…"

"Would you end war? Create great Peace."

"To be a god First I must be a god-maker: We are what we create."

"Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses."

"Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities float In sunset’s golden and crimson dyes: I look, and…"