You Are Not Male Nor Female, But

Egotism Is Usually Subversive Of Sagacity.

We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The Incandescent Fruit, / The Strange Experience Of Beauty; / Its Existence Is Too Much; / It Tears One To Pieces / And Each Fresh Wave Of Consciousness / Is Poison.

It Is Human Nature To Stand In The Middle Of A Thing.