The Extreme Limit Of Wisdom, That's What

The Louvre Is A Morgue; You Go There To Identify Your Friends.

In Exiling Myself I Am Not Exiling A Monster, But A Man Whom Society Will Not Allow To Live, Since It Considers One Of The Mysterious Cogs In God's Masterpiece To Be A Mistake.

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.

Mirrors Would Do Well To Reflect A Little More Before Sending Back Images.

Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate It; It Is Yourself.