Never Mistake Talking About Writing For Actual

Writing At Least Is A Silent Meditation Even Though You’re Going A Hundred Miles An Hour.

Are We Fallen Angels Who Didn't Want To Believe That Nothing Is Nothing And So Were Born To Lose Our Loved Ones And Dear Friends One By One And Finally Our Own Life, To See It Proved?

Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet — And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That.

One Man Practicing Kindness In The Wilderness Is Worth All The Temples This World Pulls.

The Only Alternative To Sleeping Out, Hopping Freights, And Doing What I Wanted, I Saw In A Vision Would Be To Just Sit With A Hundred Other Patients In Front Of A Nice Television Set In A Madhouse, Where We Could Be "supervised."