Full Many A Flower Is Born To

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.

Man And Woman, Love, What Is It? A Cork And A Bottle.

I Am Tomorrow, Or Some Future Day, What I Establish Today. I Am Today What I Established Yesterday Or Some Previous Day.

What Kind Of Liberation Would That Be To Forsake An Absurdity Which Is Logical And Coherent And To Embrace One Which Is Illogical And Incoherent?

[a Writer Is] A Priest Of Eternal Imagination, Transmuting The Daily Bread Of Experience Into The Radiant Body Of Everliving Life.