Poetry Heals The Wounds Inflicted By Reason.

Imagination Places The Future World For Us Either Above Or Below Or In Reincarnation. We Dream Of Travels Throughout The Universe: Is Not The Universe Within Us? We Do Not Know The Depths Of Our Spirit. The Mysterious Path Leads Within. In Us, Or Nowhere, Lies Eternity With Its Worlds, The Past And The Future.

Man Has His Being In Truth--if He Sacrifices Truth He Sacrifices Himself. Whoever Betrays Truth Betrays Himself. It Is Not A Question Of Lying--but Of Acting Against One's Conviction.

The Brains -the Thinking Organs- Are The World Producers -nature's Genitals.

In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must Shimmer Through The Veil Of Order.

We Touch Heaven When We Lay Our Hand On A Human Body!