Be A Good Animal, True To Your

The Day Of The Absolute Is Over, And We're In For The Strange Gods Once More.

God How I Hate New Countries: They Are Older Than The Old, More Sophisticated, Much More Conceited, Only Young In A Certain Puerile Vanity More Like Senility Than Anything.

When One Jumps Over The Edge, One Is Bound To Land Somewhere.

Can You Understand How Cruelly I Feel The Lack Of Friends Who Will Believe In Me A Bit?

The Man Who Had Died Looked Nakedly On Life, And Saw A Vast Resoluteness Everywhere Flinging Itself Up In Stormy Or Subtle Wave-crests.... Always The Man Who Had Died Saw Not The Bird Alone, But The Short, Sharp Wave Of Life Of Which The Bird Was The Crest.