Nudity Is The Costume Of Lovers And

When Science Drove The Gods Out Of Nature, They Took Refuge In Poetry And The Porticos Of Civic Buildings.

I Cling To Depression, Thinking It A Form Of Truth.

Truth-telling Frightens Me. Lying Confuses Me.

Pain Narrows Consciousness; Pleasure Blurs It.

I Have Learned To Keep To Myself How Exceptional I Am.