We Are Most Artistically Caged.

Do What Only A True Artist Can Do ... Pounce Upon The Forgotten Butterfly Of Revelation

Whatever His Secret Was, I Have Learnt One Secret Too, And Namely: That The Soul Is But A Manner Of Being - Not A Constant State - That Any Soul May Be Yours, If You Find And Follow Its Undulations. The Hereafter May Be The Full Ability Of Consciously Living In Any Chosen Soul, In Any Number Of Souls, All Of Them Unconscious Of Their Interchangeable Burden.

There Is Nothing More Atrociously Cruel Than An Adored Child.

I Have Never Seen A More Lucid, More Lonely, Better Balanced Mad Mind Than Mine.

Only Ambitious Nonentities And Hearty Mediocrities Exhibit Their Rough Drafts. It's Like Passing Around Samples Of Sputum.