In whose defense men slaughtered one another
Upon this junk-heap also; and the books
Wherein the laws are writ, that give to man
The power over man;
And all the institutions that have helped
To make of man an abject slave or tyrant,
These, too, are on this junk-heap.
THE SCULPTOR’S RHAPSODY
I am a God!
I am drunk with the joy of creating.