Time Forks Perpetually Toward Innumerable Futures.

I, Who Have Been So Many Men In Vain, Want To Be One Man, Myself Alone. From Out Of A Whirlwind The Voice Of God Replied: I Am Not, Either. I Dreamed The World The Way You Dreamed Your Work, My Shakespeare: One Of The Forms Of My Dream Was You, Who, Like Me, Are Many And One.

All Theories Are Legitimate, No Matter. What Matters Is What You Do With Them.

The Dictionary Is Based On The Hypothesis -- Obviously An Unproven One -- That Languages Are Made Up Of Equivalent Synonyms.

What Will Die With Me When I Die, What Pathetic Or Fragile Form Will The World Lose?

I Secretly Assumed, As Poets Do, The Duty On Me To Define The Moon.