Life Is Long Between The Desire And

The Rats Are Underneath The Piles/ The Jew Is Underneath The Lot.

Our High Respect For A Well Read Person Is Praise Enough For Literature.

The Name That No Human Research Can Discover-- But The Cat Himself Knows, And Will Never Confess. When You Notice A Cat In Profound Meditation, The Reason, I Tell You, Is Always The Same: His Mind Is Engaged In A Rapt Contemplation Of The Thought, Of The Thought, Of The Thought Of His Name: His Ineffable Effable Effanineffable Deep And Inscrutable Singular Name.

Immature Poets Imitate; Mature Poets Steal.

We Must Always Take Risks. That Is Our Destiny.