We Photograph Things In Order

There Is A Goal But No Way; What We Call The Way Is Mere Wavering.

One Can Disintegrate The World By Means Of Very Strong Light. For Weak Eyes The World Becomes Solid, For Still Weaker Eyes It Seems To Develop Fists, For Eyes Weaker Still It Becomes Shamefaced And Smashes Anyone Who Dares To Gaze Upon It.

In The Struggle Between Yourself And The World Second The World.

There's An Infinite Amount Of Hope But Not For Us.

The Notion Of The Infinite Expanse And Copiousness Of The Cosmos Is The Result Of The Mixture, Carried To The Extreme Limit, Of Laborious Creation And Free Self-determination.