To Love Without Criticism Is To Be

I Can Draw And Write, And You'd Be Foolish Not To Hire Me.

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.

The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The Mind.

Yes, We Who Are Full To The Gorge With Misery Should Look Well Around, Doubting Everything Seen, Done, Spoken, Precisely Because We Have A Word For It, And Not Its Alchemy

When One Wants To Become Cognizant Of The Color And The Texture Of The Soil, One Does Not Get A Ladder; One Gets A Shovel. When One Wants To Get Into Touch With The Texture Of The Universal Mind, One Does Not Go To Boston; One Goes To The Bowery.