The One Who Travels Like A Lover

It Is A Sign Of Great Inner Insecurity To Be Hostile To The Unfamiliar.

Passion Gives Me Moments Of Wholeness.

Destruction Is Ultimately Self-destruction.

I Had Been Struck By The Analogy Between Neurosis And Romanticism. Romanticism Was Truly A Parallel To Neurosis. It Demanded Of Reality An Illusory World, Love, An Absolute Which It Could Never Obtain, And Thus Destroyed Itself By The Dream.

In New York The Acoustics Are Good For Laughter, For Life Is All External, All Action, No Thought, No Meditation, No Dreaming, No Reflection, Only The Exuberance Of Action.