The Act Of Love Is A Confession.

And Then Came Human Beings; Humans Wanted To Cling But There Was Nothing To Cling To.

The Opposite Of An Idealist Is Too Often A Man Without Love.

I Felt That I Had Been Happy And That I Was Happy Again. For Everything To Be Consummated, For Me To Feel Less Alone, I Had Only To Wish That There Be A Large Crowd Of Spectators The Day Of My Execution And That They Greet Me With Cries Of Hate.

The Look Of Success, When It Is Worn A Certain Way, Would Infuriate A Jackass.

Without Culture, And The Relative Freedom It Implies, Society, Even When Perfect, Is But A Jungle. This Is Why Any Authentic Creation Is A Gift To The Future.