By The Way, A Gendarme Assured Me

Private Property Began The Instant Somebody Had A Mind Of His Own.

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear; The Strength So Strong Mere Force Is Feebleness: The Truth More First Than Sun, More Last Than Star.

Well, Write Poetry, For God's Sake, It's The Only Thing That Matters.

Take The So-called Standard Of Living. What Do Most People Mean By "living"? They Don’t Mean Living. They Mean The Latest And Closest Plural Approximation To Singular Prenatal Passivity Which Science, In Its Finite But Unbounded Wisdom, Has Succeeded In Selling Their Wives.

Who Pays Any Attention To The Syntax Of Things Will Never Wholly Kiss You