We Are Dancing In The Hollow Of

Were There A Christian So Faithful To His God As I Was To Her We Would All Be Jesus Christ Today.

What I Really Hoped For, No Doubt, Was To Come Upon One Of Those Lives Which Begin Nowhere, Which Lead Us Through Marshes And Salt Flats, Trickling Away, Seemingly Without Plan, Purpose Or Goal, And Suddenly Emerge, Gushing Like Geysers, And Never Cease Gushing, Even In Death.

Art Teaches Nothing, Except The Significance Of Life.

For There Is Only One Great Adventure And That Is Inward Toward The Self, And For That, Time Nor Space Nor Even Deeds Matter.

There Is Nothing In Itself Which Is Wrong Or Evil Not Even Murder.