All The Visible Universe Is Nothing But

My Soul Travels On The Smell Of Perfume Like The Souls Of Other Men On Music.

On The Vaporization And The Centralization Of The Self. All Is There.

Woman Is Natural, That Is To Say, Abominable.

Extract The Eternal From The Ephemeral.

It Is One Of The Prodigious Privileges Of Art That The Horrific, Artistically Expressed, Becomes Beauty, And That Sorrow, Given Rhythm And Cadence, Fills The Spirit With A Calm Joy.