Genius Is A Promontory Jutting Out Into

Logic Ignores The Almost, Just As The Sun Ignores The Candle.

Art Needs No Spur Beyond Itself.

Tobacco Is The Plant That Converts Thoughts Into Dreams.

Who Then Understands The Reciprocal Flux And Reflux Of The Infinitely Great And The Infinitely Small, The Echoing Of Causes In The Abysses Of Being, And The Avalanches Of Creation?

Civil War.... What Did The Words Mean? Was There Any Such Thing As "foreign War"? Was Not All Warfare Between Men Warfare Between Brothers?