Dad Is Always Hiding In His Book.

The Poem Is A Cry Of The Unborn Heart. Yes, Because The Poem Perfectly Embodies The World, There Is No World Without Poem.

Dad Is Always Hiding In His Book.

A Book Begins As A Private Excitement Of The Mind.

Every Major Work Of Art Is A Transgression, But The Artist Is Not Necessarily, By Nature, A Transgressor.

I Am Often Asked The Question How Can The Masses Permit Themselves To Be Exploited By The Few. The Answer Is By Being Persuaded To Identify With Them.