Show Not What Has Been Done, But

The Roseicrucians Were Everywhere, Aided By The Fact That They Didn't Exist.

Translation Is The Art Of Failure.

We Live For Books. A Sweet Mission In This World Dominated By Disorder And Decay.

I Do Not Remember Where I Read That There Are Two Kinds Of Poets: The Good Poets, Who At A Certain Point Destroy Their Bad Poems And Go Off To Run Guns In Africa, And The Bad Poets, Who Publish Theirs And Keep Writing More Until They Die.

We Like Lists Because We Don't Want To Die.