The Joy Of The Young Is To

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.

The Ability To Laugh Heartily Is The Sign Of A Healthy Soul.

If A Hermit Lives In A State Of Ecstasy, His Lack Of Comfort Becomes The Height Of Comfort. He Must Relinquish It.