I Love People, But I Love The

There Can Be No Good Art That Is International. Art To Be Vigorous And Gesund Must Use The Material At Hand.

Love Is Not Love That Wounded Bleeds And Bleeding Sullies Slow. Come Death Within My Hands And I Unto My Love Will Go.

Youth Is An Arithmetical Statement Of Passing Interest, Each Hour Eats It Up.

I'm Alive Today, Therefore I'm Just As Much A Part Of Our Time As Everybody Else. The Times Will Just Have To Enlarge Themselves To Make Room For Me, Won't They, And For Everybody Else.

The Human Creature Is Alone In His Carapace. Poetry Is A Strong Way Out.