The Way To Love Anything Is To

Do Not Be So Open-minded That Your Brains Fall Out.

When Fishes Flew And Forests Walked And Figs Grew Upon Thorn, Some Moment When The Moon Was Blood Then Surely I Was Born. With Monstrous Head And Sickening Cry And Ears Like Errant Wings, The Devil's Walking Parody On All Four-footed Things.

Adventure Is The Champagne Of Life, But I Prefer My Champagne And My Adventures Dry.

There Is A Certain Poetic Value, And That A Genuine One, In This Sense Of Having Missed The Full Meaning Of Things. There Is Beauty, Not Only In Wisdom, But In This Dazed And Dramatic Ignorance.

The Old Religionist Cried Out For His God. The New Religionist Cries Out For Some God To Be His.