Every Past Is Worth Condemning.

One Must Learn To Be A Sponge If One Wants To Be Loved By Hearts That Overflow.

New Ways I Go, A New Speech Comes To Me; Weary I Grow, Like All Creators, Of The Old Tongues. My Spirit No Longer Wants To Walk On Worn Soles.

A Thought Comes When It Will, Not When I Will.

A Real Fox Calls Sour Not Only Those Grapes That He Cannot Reach But Also Those That He Has Reached And Taken Away From Others.

Christianity Gave Eros Poison To Drink; He Did Not Die Of It, Certainly, But Degenerated To Vice.