The Planet's Survival Has Become

A Child. . . Opens And Closes Like A Blossom.

All The Things One Has Forgotten Scream For Help In Dreams.

Everything One Records Contains A Grain Of Hope, No Matter How Deeply It May Come From Despair.

A 'modern' Man Has Nothing To Add To Modernism, If Only Because He Has Nothing To Oppose It With. The Well-adapted Drop Off The Dead Limb Of Time Like Lice.

It Is Always The Enemy Who Started It, Even If He Was Not The First To Speak Out, He Was Certainly Planning It; And If He Was Not Actually Planning It, He Was Thinking Of It; And, If He Was Not Thinking Of It, He Would Have Thought Of It.