Everything Hinges On How You Look At

All My Good Reading, You Might Say, Was Done In The Toilet.

Moralities, Ethics, Laws, Customs, Beliefs, Doctrines - These Are Of Trifling Import. All That Matters Is That The Miraculous Become The Norm.

The Only Peace, The Only Security, Is In Fulfillment.

The Poem Is The Dream Made Flesh, In A Two-fold Sense: As Work Of Art, And As Life, Which Is A Work Of Art.

Don't Look For Miracles. You Yourself Are The Miracle.