The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.

The World Was Made In Order To Result In A Beautiful Book.

In Reading, A Lonely Quiet Concert Is Given To Our Minds; All Our Mental Faculties Will Be Present In This Symphonic Exaltation.

It Is The Job Of Poetry To Clean Up Our Word-clogged Reality By Creating Silences Around Things.

Everything In The World Exists In Order To End Up As A Book.