I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse!

Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At Will.

O Seasons, O Castles, What Soul Is Without Flaws? All Its Lore Is Known To Me, Felicity, It Enchants Us All.

...you Have To Pass An Exam, And The Jobs That You Get Are Either To Shine Shoes, Or To Herd Cows, Or To Tend Pigs. Thank God, I Don't Want Any Of That! Damn It! And Besides That They Smack You For A Reward; They Call You An Animal And It's Not True, A Little Kid, Etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!

Morality Is The Weakness Of The Mind.

Idle Youth, Enslaved To Everything; By Being Too Sensitive I Have Wasted My Life.