Existence Is Appetite: The Gnaw

My Liveliest Interest Is Not So Much In Things, As In Relations Of Things. I Have Spent Much Time Thinking About The Alleged Pseudo-relations That Are Called Coincidences. What If Some Of Them Should Not Be Coincidences?

I Have Taken The Stand That Nobody Can Be Always Wrong, But It Does Seem To Me That I Have Approximated So Highly That I Am Nothing Short Of A Negative Genius.

I Believe Nothing Of My Own That I Have Ever Written.

I Think, Therefore I'm Going To Have Breakfast.

Venus De Milo. To A Child She Is Ugly. When A Mind Adjusts To Thinking Of Her As A Completeness, Even Though, By Physiologic Standards, Incomplete, She Is Beautiful.