It's sadness coming on like the old days, the vast seamless hopeless weight of sadness looking for a place to rest.
Our devil has pale skin and blue eyes
Is it the duty of every good revolutionary to kill every newborn White baby?
We have got to eliminate the gringo, and what I mean by that is if the worst comes to the worst, we have got to kill him
A leader moves ahead but not so fast that the others can't keep up.
The past and future Are conquered, and reconciled.
See how elastic our prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.
When ever the light of civilization faces upon you with a blighting power. . . go to the wilderness. . . Dull business routine, the fierce passions of the marketplace, the perils of envious cities became but a memory. . . The wilderness will take hold of you. It will give you good red blood; it will turn you from a weakling into a man. . . You will soon behold all with a peaceful soul.