Accident Is Simply Unforeseen Order.

Play Is Experimenting With Chance.

There Is But One Temple In The World, And That Is The Body Of Man. Nothing Is Holier Than This High Form. Bending Before Men Is A Reverence Done To This Revelation In The Flesh. We Touch Heaven When We Lay Our Hand On A Human Body.

The World Must Become Romanticized, And In That Way We Find Again Its Original Meaning For Us.

The Brains -the Thinking Organs- Are The World Producers -nature's Genitals.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!