Conscious Thought Is The Tidying Up At

I Would Be Glad To Worship Success If I Could Find Her.

Our Punning Minds Rejoin What Logic Has Separated.

Once Discover Comfort, And There Is No Turning Back.

Between Repetition And Forgetting, It Is A Marvel That A New Thought Ever Struggles Into Existence.

Self-hatred And Self-love Are Equally Self-centered.