As The End Approaches, There Are No

The Machinery Of The World Is Far Too Complex For The Simplicity Of Men.

In Fact I'm In Too Much Of A Mental Muddle To Know Where I Am - An Idealist Or Not. I'm A Mere Man Of Letters, And I Do What I Can With Those Subjects.

The Tango Is A Direct Expression Of Something That Poets Have Often Tried To State In Words: The Belief That A Fight May Be A Celebration.

I Gazed At Every Mirror On The Planet, Not One Gave Back My Reflection.

The Minotaur More Than Justifies The Existence Of The Labyrinth.