The Rose Is Born Evil ... But

Geniuses Are Like Ocean Liners: They Should Never Meet.

Can The Knowledge Deriving From Reason Even Begin To Compare With Knowledge Perceptible By Sense?

Yes, I Read. I Have That Absurd Habit. I Like Beautiful Poems, Moving Poetry, And All The Beyond Of That Poetry. I Am Extraordinarily Sensitive To Those Poor, Marvelous Words Left In Our Dark Night By A Few Men I Never Knew.

O Reason, Reason, Abstract Phantom Of The Waking State, I Had Already Expelled You From My Dreams, Now I Have Reached A Point Where Those Dreams Are About To Become Fused With Apparent Realities: Now There Is Only Room Here For Myself.

Language Was Not Given To Man: He Seized It.