Omissions Are Not Accidents.

Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The Incandescent Fruit, / The Strange Experience Of Beauty; / Its Existence Is Too Much; / It Tears One To Pieces / And Each Fresh Wave Of Consciousness / Is Poison.

Any Writer Overwhelmingly Honest About Pleasing Himself Is Almost Sure To Please Others.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward.

Which Of Us Has Not Been Stunned By The Beauty Of An Animal's Skin Or Its Flexibility In Motion?

Repression, However, Is Not The Most Obvious Characteristic Of The Sea; The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To Return A Rapacious Look.