This is no idle book. I ask no idlers to trifle with it. It is a stern and terrible book, for behind every word lurks a spectre; and at the end of it, you shall meet God face to face, and no man can face God unafraid.

from “To All the Nations ....!”

We do not write for posterity in the same sense as the older poets—so called finished works of art—not concerned with ending anything—only starting—not personal glory or a great name— names are nothing—but to contribute to the new movement.

from “Free Prose”