The Human Consciousness Is Really

When Along The Pavement, Palpitating Flames Of Life, People Flicker Around Me, I Forget My Bereavement, The Gap In The Great Constellation, The Place Where A Star Used To Be

A Book Lives As Long As It Is Unfathomed.

I Hold That The Parentheses Are By Far The Most Important Parts Of A Non-business Letter.

Nothing But Love Has Made The Dog Lose His Wild Freedom, To Become The Servant Of Man.

When Passion Is Dead, Or Absent, Then The Magnificent Throb Of Beauty Is Incomprehensible And Even A Little Despicable.