Too Great A Sense Of

Destiny And History Are Untidy.

A Man Is Whole Only When He Takes Into Account His Shadow As Well As Himself - And What Is A Man's Shadow But His Upright Astonishment?

Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.