Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is

Success Listens Only To Applause. To All Else It Is Deaf

Success Is The Space One Occupies In The Newspaper. Success Is One Day's Insolence.

The Process Of Writing Has Something Infinite About It. Even Though It Is Interrupted Each Night, It Is One Single Notation.

He Who Is Obsessed By Death Is Made Guilty By It.

People Love As Self-recognition What They Hate As An Accusation.