A Non-writing Writer Is A Monster Courting

Was He An Animal, That Music Could Move Him So? He Felt As If The Way To The Unknown Nourishment He Longed For Were Coming To Light.

Every Revolution Evaporates And Leaves Behind Only The Slime Of A New Bureaucracy.

Slept, Awoke, Slept, Awoke, Miserable Life.

Because Of Impatience We Were Driven Out [of Paradise]; Because Of Impatience We Cannot Return.

In Man's Struggle Against The World, Bet On The World.