Go To The Adolescent Who Are Smothered

What Matters Is Not The Idea A Man Holds, But The Depth At Which He Holds It.

All My Life I Believed I Knew Something. But Then One Strange Day Came When I Realized That I Knew Nothing, Yes, I Knew Nothing. And So Words Became Void Of Meaning. I Have Arrived Too Late At Ultimate Uncertainty.

One Discards Rhyme, Not Because One Is Incapable Of Rhyming Neat, Fleet, Sweet, Meet, Treat, Eat, Feet But Because There Are Certain Emotions Or Energies Which Are Nor Represented By The Over-familiar Devices Or Patterns.

The What Is So Much More Important Than How.

Somebody Said That I Am The Last American Living The Tragedy Of Europe.