He Who Is Obsessed By

The Fear Of Burglars Is Not Only The Fear Of Being Robbed, But Also The Fear Of A Sudden And Unexpected Clutch Out Of The Darkness.

A 'modern' Man Has Nothing To Add To Modernism, If Only Because He Has Nothing To Oppose It With. The Well-adapted Drop Off The Dead Limb Of Time Like Lice.

I Want To Keep Smashing Myself Until I Am Whole.

The Self- Explorer, Whether He Wants To Or Not, Becomes The Explorer Of Everything Else. He Learns To See Himself, But Suddenly, Provided He Was Honest, All The Rest Appears, And It Is As Rich As He Was, And, As A Final Crowning, Richer.

Slumbering In Every Human Being Lies An Infinity Of Possibilities, Which One Must Not Arouse In Vain. For It Is Terrible When The Whole Man Resonates With Echoes And Echoes, None Becoming A Real Voice.