Psychology, Which Explains Everything, Explains Nothing, And

Unconfusion Submits Its Confusion To Proof; It's Not A Herod's Oath That Cannot Change.

Impatience Is The Mark Of Independence, Not Of Bondage.

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

You Are Not Male Nor Female, But A Plan Deep-set Within The Heart Of Man.