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We Are Going To The Moon That Is Not Very Far. Man Has So Much Farther To Go Within Himself.

I Hate Rarely, Though When I Hate, I Hate Murderously.

We Are Beginning To See The Influence Of Dream Upon Reality And Reality Upon Dream.

The Human Father Has To Be Confronted And Recognized As Human, As Man Who Created A Child And Then, By His Absence, Left The Child Fatherless And Then Godless.

America Hates The Artist. It Will Not Admit: The Artist Is My Soul And I Want To Kill Off My Soul.