You Cannot Save People. You Can Only

Will You Come Down And Kiss Me Good Night?

Shame Is The Lie Someone Told You About Yourself.

In New York The Acoustics Are Good For Laughter, For Life Is All External, All Action, No Thought, No Meditation, No Dreaming, No Reflection, Only The Exuberance Of Action.

I Had Been Struck By The Analogy Between Neurosis And Romanticism. Romanticism Was Truly A Parallel To Neurosis. It Demanded Of Reality An Illusory World, Love, An Absolute Which It Could Never Obtain, And Thus Destroyed Itself By The Dream.

The Way To Recognize A Dead Word Is That It Exudes Boredom.