Art Arises From Sources Other Than Logic."

Human Life Occurs Only Once, And The Reason We Cannot Determine Which Of Our Decisions Are Good And Which Bad Is That In A Given Situation We Can Make Only One Decision; We Are Not Granted A Second, Third, Or Fourth Life In Which To Compare Various Decisions.

Once The Writer In Every Individual Comes To Life (and That Time Is Not Far Off), We Are In For An Age Of Universal Deafness And Lack Of Understanding.

Noise Has One Advantage. It Drowns Out Words.

We Live Everything As It Comes, Without Warning, Like An Actor Going On Cold.

In The Love Poetry Of Every Age, The Woman Longs To Be Weighed Down By The Man's Body.