I Consider It A Good

The Ego Is Not Master In Its Own House.

The Moment A Man Questions The Meaning And Value Of Life, He Is Sick, Since Objectively Neither Has Any Existence; By Asking This Question One Is Merely Admitting To A Store Of Unsatisfied Libido To Which Something Else Must Have Happened, A Kind Of Fermentation Leading To Sadness And Depression.

It Is A Great Injustice To Persecute Homosexuality As A Crime, And Cruelty Too

A Man Who Has Been The Indisputable Favorite Of His Mother Keeps For Life The Feeling Of A Conqueror.

Everywhere I Go I Find That A Poet Has Been There Before Me.