I Master Only The Language Of Others.

They Judge Lest They Be Judged.

The Psychoanalysts Pick Our Dreams As If They Were Our Pockets.

Sound Opinions Are Valueless. What Matters Is Who Holds Them.

Imagination Has The Right To Feast In The Shade Of The Tree That It Turns Into A Forest.

Let Language Be The Divining Rod That Finds The Sources Of Thought.