If I Had The Use Of My

Just Under The Surface I Shall Be, All Together At First, Then Separate And Drift, Through All The Earth And Perhaps In The End Through A Cliff Into The Sea, Something Of Me. A Ton Of Worms In An Acre, That Is A Wonderful Thought, A Ton Of Worms, I Believe It.

The Sun Shone, Having No Alternative, On The Nothing New.

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better.

Suffering Is The Main Condition Of The Artistic Experience.

Nothing Is Funnier Than Unhappiness.