I Think We Ought To Read Only

Every Word First Looks Around In Every Direction Before Letting Itself Be Written Down By Me.

Art Flies Around Truth, But With The Definite Intention Of Not Getting Burnt. Its Capacity Lies In Finding In The Dark Void A Place Where The Beam Of Light Can Be Intensely Caught, Without This Having Been Perceptible Before.

The State We Find Ourselves In Is Sinful Quite Independent Of Guilt.

First Impressions Are Always Unreliable.

In Me, By Myself, Without Human Relationship, There Are No Visible Lies. The Limited Circle Is Pure.