Anesthesia: Wounds Without Pain. Neurasthenia: Pain Without

The Art Of An Actress Is Sublimated Sexuality. But Off The Stage The Fire Must Be Able To Reconvert The Steam Into Body.

Ideas Are Transplanted By Splitting, Thoughts By Sprouting.

I Saw A Poet Chase A Butterfly In A Meadow. He Put His Net On A Bench Where A Boy Sat Reading A Book. It's A Misfortune That It Is Usually The Other Way Round.

Immortality Is The Only Thing Which Doesn't Tolerate Being Postponed.

When A Culture Feels That Its End Has Come, It Sends For A Priest.