In My Very Own Self, I Am

There Is A Sixth Sense, The Natural Religious Sense, The Sense Of Wonder.

Can You Understand How Cruelly I Feel The Lack Of Friends Who Will Believe In Me A Bit?

The East Is Not For Me--the Sensuous Spiritual Voluptuousness, The Curious Sensitiveness Of The Naked People, Their Black, Bottomless, Hopeless Eyes.

The Only True Aristocracy Is That Of Consciousness.

When All Comes To All, The Most Precious Element In Life Is Wonder. Love Is A Great Emotion, And Power Is Power. But Both Love And Power Are Based On Wonder.