Only Fools Think Our Attitude To Our

To Write Poetry And To Commit Suicide, Apparently So Contradictory, Had Really Been The Same, Attempts At Escape.

That's The Trouble With Provincial Life. Everyone Knows Everyone And There Is No Mystery. No Romance.

I Knew I Would Always Want To Go On Living With Myself, However Hollow I Became, However Diseased.

One Of The Great Fallacies Of Our Time Is That The Nazis Rose To Power Because They Imposed Order On Chaos. Precisely The Opposite Is True

The World Began In Hazard And Will End In It.