May Night Continue To Fall Upon The

The Mind, Placed Before Any Kind Of Difficulty, Can Find An Ideal Outlet In The Absurd. Accommodation To The Absurd Readmits Adults To The Mysterious Realm Inhabited By Children.

We All Love Conflagrations. When The Sky Changes Color, It Is A Dead Man's Passing.

Words Make Love With One Another.

I Find It Impossible To Think Of A Picture Save As A Window, And My First Concern About A Window Is To Find Out What It Looks Out On... And There Is Nothing I Love So Much As Something Which Stretches Away From Me Out Of Sight.

Nothing That Surrounds Us Is Object, All Is Subject.