He Who Ceases To Learn Cannot Adequately

The House Protects The Dreamer, The House Allows One To Dream In Peace

In Writing, You Discover Interior Sonorities In Words. Dipthongs Sound Differently Beneath The Pen. One Hears Them With Their Sounds Divorced.

The Human Mind Has Claimed For Water One Of Its Highest Values-the Value Of Purity.

In Living Off All The Reflecting Light Furnished By Poets, The I Which Dreams The Reverie Reveals Itself Not As Poet But As Poetizing I.

A Clear Conscience Is, For Me, An Occupied Conscience-never Empty-the Conscience Of A Man At Work Until His Last Breath.