I Note That The Africa Loves To

The Sun Had Become A Light Yellow Yolk And Was Walking With Red Legs Across The Sky.

I Feel Most Colored When I Am Thrown Against A Sharp White Background.

There Is A Basin In The Mind Where Words Float Around On Thought And Thought On Sound And Sight. Then There Is A Depth Of Thought Untouched By Words, And Deeper Still A Gulf Of Formless Feelings Untouched By Thought.

I Want A Busy Life, A Just Mind, And A Timely Death.

There Is Nothing To Make You Like Other Human Beings So Much As Doing Things For Them.