
“Feeling the capacity to be, to live, to act. To pour out the spirit of their souls into concrete and objective form with a high fervor born of their racial characteristics, they glide through our complex civilization like wailing ghosts; the spin like fiery planets lost from their orbits; the wither and die like trees ripped from native soil. Your Honor, remember that men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread. And they can murder for it, too.”