Love's A Dog In A Manger.

It Is Quite True, As Some Poets Said, That The God Who Created Man Must Have Had A Sinister Sense Of Humor, Creating Him A Reasonable Being, Yet Forcing Him To Take This Ridiculous Posture, And Driving Him With Blind Craving For This Ridiculous Performance.

He Who Gets Nearer The Sun Is Leader, The Aristocrat Of Aristocrats, Or He Who, Like Dostoevsky, Gets Nearest The Moon Of Our Non-being.

Why Is A Door-knob Deader Than Anything Else?

My Soul Is My Great Asset And My Great Misfortune.

Mankind Has Got To Get Back To The Rhythm Of The Cosmos.