What Thou Lovest Well Remains.

I Dunno What My 23 Infantile Years In America Signify. I Left As Soon As Motion Was Autarchic -- I Mean My Motion.

Artists Are The Antennae Of The Race, But The Bullet-headed Many Will Never Learn To Trust The Great Artists.

I Have Always Thought The Suicide Should Bump Off At Least One Swine Before Taking Off For Parts Unknown.

Learn Of The Green World What Can Be Thy Place In Scaled Invention Or True Artistry

A Slave Is One Who Waits For Someone To Come And Free Him.