When I Don't Feel Hurt, I Hope

For Misery Don't Blame God. He Gives The Food But We Cook It.

A Man Had To Learn, It Was His Nature.

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

Space Plus Whatever You Feel Equals More Whatever You Feel, Marvelous For Happiness, God Save You Otherwise.

Writing Is A Mode Of Being. If I Write I Live.