Voyages Are Accomplished Inwardly.

An Artist Is Always Alone - If He Is An Artist. No, What The Artist Needs Is Loneliness.

Every Man With A Bellyful Of The Classics Is An Enemy To The Human Race.

If The Poet Can No Longer Speak For Society, But Only For Himself, Then We Are At The Last Ditch.

We Create Our Fate Everyday

Things Happen Or They Don't Happen, That's All. Nothing Is Accomplished By Sweat And Struggle. Nearly Everything Which We Call Life Is Just Insomnia, An Agony Because We've Lost The Habit Of Falling Asleep. We Don't Know How To Let Go. We're Like A Jack-in-the-box Perched On Top Of A Spring And The More We Struggle The Harder It Is To Get Back In The Box.