There Is An Ugliness In Being Paid

Stations And Airports Are Rehearsals For Separations By Death.

Age Does Not Protect You From Love. But Love, To Some Extent, Protects You From Age.

No One Was Ever Born Without That Light Or Flame Of Life. Some Event, Some Person Stifles Or Drowns It Altogether. I Was Always Tempted To Resuscitate Such Men By My Own Joyousness Or Luminosity.when I Break Glasses In A Night Club, As The Russians Do, When My Unconscious Breaks Out In Wild Rebellions, It Is Against Life Which Has Crippled These Idealistic, Romantic Men. I Respect These Men, Cold, Pure, Faithful, Devoted, Moral, Delicate, Sensitive, And Unequal To Life, More Than I Respect The Tough-minded Ones Who Return Three Blows To One Received, Who Kill Those Who Hurt Them.

To Love And To Labor Is The Sum Of Living.

There Is A Fissure In My Vision And Madness Will Always Rush Through.