The Few Bad Poems Which Occasionally Are

The Vital Energies Regulate Themselves Naturally Without Compulsive Duty Or Compulsive Morality Both Of Which Are Sure Signs Of Existing Antisocial Impulses.

The Cry For Freedom Is A Sign Of Suppression. It Will Not Cease To Ring As Long As Man Feels Himself Captive. As Diverse As The Cries For Freedom May Be, Basically They All Express One And The Same Thing: The Intolerability Of The Rigidity Of The Organism And Of The Machine-like Institutions Which Create A Sharp Conflict With The Natural Feelings For Life. Not Until There Is A Social Order In Which All Cries For Freedom Subside Will Man Have Overcome His Biological And Social Crippling, Will He Have Attained Genuine Freedom.

There Is No Proof. There Are No Authorities Whatever. No President, Academy, Court Of Law, Congress Or Senate On This Earth Has The Knowledge Or Power To Decide What Will Be The Knowledge Of Tomorrow. There Is No Use In Trying To Prove Something That Is Unknown To Somebody Who Is Ignorant Of The Unknown, Or Fearful Of Its Threatening Power. Only The Good Old Rules Of Learning Will Eventually Bring About Understanding Of What Has Invaded Our Earthly Existence.

A Living Creature Develops A Destructive Impulse When It Wants To Destroy A Source Of Danger... The Original Motive Is Not Pleasure In Destruction... I Destroy In A Dangerous Situation Because I Want To Live And Do Not Want To Have Any Anxiety. In Short, The Impulse To Destroy Serves A Primary Biological Will To Live.

Only A Work Democracy Can Create The Foundation Of Genuine Freedom. Long Experience In Sociological Disputes Leads Me To Expect That A Great Many People Will Take Offense At The Disclosure Of This Miscalculation. It Makes The Highest Demands On People's Will To Veracity; It Puts A Heavy Burden On Everyday Living; It Places All Social Responsibility On Those Who Work, Be It In The Factory, In The Office, On The Farm, In The Laboratory, Or Wherever.