All I Need To Make A Comedy

In The End, Everything Is A Gag.

Why Should Poetry Have To Make Sense?

In The Work Of The Greatest Geniuses, Humble Beginnings Will Reveal Themselves Somewhere, But One Cannot Trace The Slightest Sign Of Them In Shakespeare ... I Am Not Concerned With Who Wrote The Works Of Shakespeare ... But I Can Hardly Think It Was The Stratford Boy. Whoever Wrote Them Had An Aristocratic Attitude.

As I Began To Love Myself I Stopped Craving For A Different Life, And I Could See That Everything That Surrounded Me Was Inviting Me To Grow. Today I Call It 'maturity'.

Man As An Individual Is A Genius. But Men In The Mass Form The Headless Monster, A Great, Brutish Idiot That Goes Where Prodded.