Revision Is Its Own Reward.

All Are / Naked, None Is Safe.

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

The Deepest Feeling Always Shows Itself In Silence.

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.

Does It Follow That Because There Are Poisonous Toadstools Which Resemble Mushrooms, Both Are Dangerous?