Through The Mythology Of Einstein, The World

Every Exploration Is An Appropriation.

The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This: I Am The One Who Waits.

For The Theatre One Needs Long Arms; It Is Better To Have Them Too Long Than Too Short. An Artiste With Short Arms Can Never, Never Make A Fine Gesture.

There Is Only One Way Left To Escape The Alienation Of Present Day Society: To Retreat Ahead Of It.

Thus Every Writer's Motto Reads: Mad I Cannot Be, Sane I Do Not Deign To Be, Neurotic I Am.