There Are Some Good People In It,

If There Are Questions Then, Of Course, There Are Answers, But The Final Answer Makes The Questions Seem Absurd.

Each Moment Presents What Happens.

Our Poetry Now Is The Realization That We Possess Nothing. Anything Therefore Is A Delight (since We Do Not Posses It) And Thus Need Not Fear Its Loss.

If Someone Says Can't, That Shows You What To Do.

An Artist Conscientiously Moves In A Direction Which For Some Good Reason He Takes, Putting One Work In Front Of The Other With The Hope He'll Arrive Before Death Overtakes Him.