Art Is The Escape From Personality.

There Is One Who Remembers The Way To Your Door: Life You May Evade, But Death You Shall Not.

The Civil War Is Not Ended: I Question Whether Any Serious Civil War Ever Does End.

For You Know Only A Heap Of Broken Images

I Believe The Moment Of Birth Is When We Have Knowledge Of Death I Believe The Season Of Birth Is The Season Of Sacrifice.

The Soul Is So Far From Being A Monad That We Have Not Only To Interpret Other Souls To Ourself But To Interpret Ourself To Ourself.