If They Give You Ruled Paper, Write

…perhaps This Momentary Life Of Ours Is Only The Light That Divides Our Infinite Origin From Our Infinite End.

If They Give You Ruled Paper, Write The Other Way.

Literature Is A State Of Culture, Poetry Is A State Of Grace, Before And After Culture.

The Urban Man Is An Uprooted Tree, He Can Put Out Leaves, Flowers And Grow Fruit But What A Nostalgia His Leaf, Flower, And Fruit Will Always Have For Mother Earth!

Rodin Picks A Mushroom Delighted, And Shows It To Madame Rodin... "look," He Says Excitedly, "and That Takes But A Single Night! In One Night All These Are Made, All These Lamellas. That Is Good Work."