The Book Shd. Be A Ball Of

All My Life I Believed I Knew Something. But Then One Strange Day Came When I Realized That I Knew Nothing, Yes, I Knew Nothing. And So Words Became Void Of Meaning. I Have Arrived Too Late At Ultimate Uncertainty.

Fit For Kings, Formal Gardens Afford An Earthly Elysium And The Odd Impression That We Mere Men Might Actually Control Nature For A Time.

The Critic Who Doesn't Make A Personal Statement, In Remeasurements He Himself Has Made, Is Merely An Unreliable Critic. He Is Not A Measurer But A Repeater Of Other Men's Results. Krino, To Pick Out For Oneself, To Choose. That's What The Word Means.

Compose In The Sequence Of The Musical Phrase, Not In Sequence Of A Metronome.

'tis Not Need We Know Our Every Thought Or See The Work Shop Where Each Mask Is Wrought Wherefrom We View The World Of Box And Pit, Careless Of Wear, Just So The Mask Shall Fit And Serve Our Jape's Turn For A Night Or Two.