... Only Love Begets Love.

I Palliate The Sufferings Of Others. Yes I See Myself As Softening The Blows, Dissolving Acids, Neutralizing Poisons, Every Moment Of The Day. I Try To Fulfill The Wishes Of Others, To Perform Miracles. I Exert Myself Performing Miracles.

I Despise My Own Hypersensitiveness, Which Requires So Much Reassurance. It Is Certainly Abnormal To Crave So Much To Be Loved And Understood.

Balance Is Not To Be Sought By Association With Others; It Must Exist Within One's Self.

I Do Not Want To Be The Leader. I Refuse To Be The Leader. I Want To Live Darkly.

New York Has An Electronic Heart.