I Am Not A Human

The Parasites Live Where The Great Have Little Secret Sores.

Most Thinkers Write Badly, Because They Communicate Not Only Their Thoughts, But Also The Thinking Of Them.

The Great Poet Draws His Creations Only From Out Of His Own Reality.

We Often Refuse To Accept An Idea Merely Because The Tone Of Voice In Which It Has Been Expressed Is Unsympathetic To Us.

Sharp And Mild, Dull And Keen, Well Known And Strange, Dirty And Clean, Where Both The Fool And Wise Are Seen: All This Am I, Have Ever Been, - In Me Dove, Snake And Swine Convene!