What Is Love? The Need

Photographers, You Will Never Become Artists. All You Are Is Mere Copiers.

I Throw Fresh Seeds Out. Who Knows What Survives?

For The Merchant, Even Honesty Is A Financial Speculation.

You Are Sitting And Smoking; You Believe That You Are Sitting In Your Pipe, And That Your Pipe Is Smoking You; You Are Exhaling Yourself In Bluish Clouds. You Feel Just Fine In This Position, And Only One Thing Gives You Worry Or Concern: How Will You Ever Be Able To Get Out Of Your Pipe?

On The Vaporization And The Centralization Of The Self. All Is There.