There Is No Heresy Or No Philosophy

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.

Men Are Governed By Lines Of Intellect - Women: By Curves Of Emotion.

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

What Did That Mean, To Kiss? You Put Your Face Up Like That To Say Goodnight And Then His Mother Put Her Face Down. That Was To Kiss. His Mother Put Her Lips On His Cheek; Her Lips Were Soft And They Wetted His Cheek; And They Made A Tiny Little Noise: Kiss. Why Did People Do That With Their Two Faces?

The Important Thing Is Not What We Write But How We Write, And In My Opinion The Modern Writer Must Be An Adventurer Above All, Willing To Take Every Risk, And Be Prepared To Founder In His Effort If Need Be. In Other Words We Must Write Dangerously