The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man

Now It Is Autumn And The Falling Fruit And The Long Journey Towards Oblivion. The Apples Falling Like Great Drops Of Dew To Bruise Themselves An Exit From Themselves.

I Am In Love And, My God, It Is The Greatest Thing That Can Happen To A Man.

Beauty Is A Mystery. You Can Neither Eat It Nor Make Flannel Out Of It.

Night, In Which Everything Was Lost, Went Reaching Out, Beyond Stars And Sun. Stars And Sun, A Few Bright Grains, Went Spiraling Round For Terror, And Holding Each Other In Embrace, There In A Darkness That Outpassed Them All, And Left Them Tiny And Daunted. So Much, And Himself, Infinitesimal, At The Core Of Nothingness, And Yet Not Nothing.

When Love Turns Into Dust, Money Becomes The Substitution.