Writing Is Like Paying Myself A Formal

I Take With Me The Conscience Of Defeat As A Victory Banner.

Against Destiny I Fulfilled My Duty. Uselessly? No, For I Fulfilled It.

No Intelligent Idea Can Gain General Acceptance Unless Some Stupidity Is Mixed In With It.

I Search And Can't Find Myself. I Belong In Chrysanthemum Time, Sharp In Calla Lily Elongations. God Made My Soul Into An Ornamental Thing.

Man Shouldn’t Be Able To See His Own Face – There’s Nothing More Sinister. Nature Gave Him The Gift Of Not Being Able To See It, And Of Not Being Able To Stare Into His Own Eyes. Only In The Water Of Rivers And Ponds Could He Look At His Face. And The Very Posture He Had To Assume Was Symbolic. He Had To Bend Over, Stoop Down, To Commit The Ignominy Of Beholding Himself. The Inventor Of The Mirror Poisoned The Human Heart.