Words Strain, Crack, And Sometime Break, Under

Let's Not Be Narrow, Nasty, And Negative.

Our Lives Are Mostly A Constant Evasion Of Ourselves, And Of Our Visible, Sensible World.

The Rats Are Underneath The Piles/ The Jew Is Underneath The Lot.

That Is The Worst Moment, When You Feel You Have Lost / The Desires For All That Was Most Desirable, / Before You Are Contented With What You Can Desire; / Before You Know What Is Left To Be Desired; / And You Go On Wishing That You Could Desire / What Desire Has Left Behind.

The Role Of Art Is Not To Express The Personality But To Overcome It.