Intellectual Disgrace Stares From Every Human Face,

The Glacier Knocks In The Cupboard, The Desert Sighs In The Bed, And The Crack In The Teacup Opens A Lane To The Land Of The Dead.

Hunger Allows No Choice.

Let Me See What I Wrote So I Know What I Think

A Real Book Is Not One That We Read, But One That Reads Us.

Man Desires To Be Free And He Desires To Feel Important. This Places Him In A Dilemma, For The More He Emancipates Himself From Necessity The Less Important He Feels.