We Are Most Artistically Caged.

We Hasten To Alienate The Very Fates We Intended To Woo.

My Heart Was A Hysterical Unreliable Organ.

What Surprises You In Life? The Marvel Of Consciousness -- That Sudden Window Swinging Open On A Sunlit Landscape Amidts The Night Of Non-being.

I Have The European Urge To Use My Feet When A Drive Can Be Dispensed With.

While A Few Pertinent Points Have To Be Marked, The General Impression I Desire To Convey Is Of A Side Door Crashing Open In Life's Full Flight, And A Rush Of Roaring Black Time Drowning With Its Whipping Wind The Cry Of Lone Disaster.