He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find

He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find His Pack.

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.

The Highest Levels Of Consciousness Are Wordless.

When People Ask Me How To Find Happiness In Life I Tell Them, First Learn How To Cook.

A 'truth' Detached And Purified Of Pleasures Of Ordinary Life Is Not Worth A Damn In My View. Every Grand Theory And Noble Sentiment Ought To Be First Tested In The Kitchen-and Then In Bed, Of Course.