The Greatest Beauty Is Organic Wholeness, The

...science And Mathematics Run Parallel To Reality, They Symbolize It, They Squint At It, They Never Touch It: Consider What An Explosion Would Rock The Bones Of Men Into Little White Fragments And Unsky The World If Any Mind For A Moment Touch Truth.

Imagination, The Traitor Of The Mind, Has Taken My Solitude And Slain It.

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful.

There Is No Reason For Amazement: Surely One Always Knew That Cultures Decay, And Life's End Is Death.

The Tides Are In Our Veins.