A Writer Who Is In A Hurry

Self Knowledge Begins With The Neighbor, The Mirror, And Just The Same With True Self-love; That Goes From The Mirror To The Matter.

Poetry Is The Mother-tongue Of The Human Race.

Everything The Human Being Heard From The Beginning, Saw With Its Eyes, Looked Upon And Touched With Its Hands Was A Living Word; For God Was The Word.

Everything Is Vain And Tortures The Spirit Instead Of Calming And Satisfying It.

I Look Upon Logical Proofs The Way A Well-bred Girl Looks Upon A Love Letter