Ah! My Friend, For Whomever Is Alone,

What Is A Rebel? A Man Who Says No: But Whose Refusal Does Not Imply A Renunciation.

Revolt And Revolution Both Wind Up At The Same Crossroads: The Police, Or Folly.

But Who Would Dare Condemn Me In This World With No Judges, Where No One Is Innocent!

On The Whole, Men Are More Good Than Bad; That, However, Isn't The Real Point. But They Are More Or Less Ignorant, And It Is This That We Call Vice Or Virtue; The Most Incorrigible Vice Being That Of An Ignorance That Fancies It Knows Everything And Therefore Claims For Itself The Right To Kill. The Soul Of The Murderer Is Blind; And There Can Be No True Goodness Nor True Love Without The Utmost Clear-sightedness.

I Like These People Swarming On The Sidewalks, Wedged Into A Little Space Of Houses And Canals, Hemmed In By Fogs, Cold Lands, And The Sea Streaming Like A Wet Wash. I Like Them, For They Are Double. They Are Here And Elsewhere.