The Demand For Absolute Purity

I See A Poem As A Multi-coloured Strip Behind Peeling Plaster, In Separate, Shining Fragments.

You Climb To Reach The Summit, But Once There, Discover That All Roads Lead Down.

What Gave You This Idea Of An Imperfect God?' 'i Don't Know. It Seems Quite Feasible To Me. That Is The Only God I Could Imagine Believing In, A God Whose Passion Is Not A Redemption, Who Saves Nothing, Fulfills No Purpose--a God Who Simply Is.

Do Not Trust People. They Are Capable Of Greatness.

If A Man Who Can’t Count Finds A Four Leaf Clover, Is He Lucky?