Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?