The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.

Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That Egomania Is Not A Duty.

There Is A Great Amount Of Poetry In Unconscious Fastidiousness.

Writing Is An Undertaking For The Modest.