All Sorts Of Things In This World

Writings Scatter To The Winds Blank Checks In An Insane Charge. And Were They Not Such Flying Leaves, There Would Be No Purloined Letters.

The Unconscious Is The Discourse Of The Other.

We Emphasize That Such A Form Of Communication Is Not Absent In Man, However Evanescent A Naturally Given Object May Be For Him, Split As It Is In Its Submission To Symbols.

The Mirror Stage As Formative In The Function Of The I As Revealed In Psychoanalytic Experience.

The Reason We Go To Poetry Is Not For Wisdom, But For The Dismantling Of Wisdom