It Was Better, He Thought,

For, Usually And Fitly, The Presence Of An Introduction Is Held To Imply That There Is Something Of Consequence And Importance To Be Introduced.

I Dream In Fire But Work In Clay.

In Every Grain Of Wheat There Lies Hidden The Soul Of A Star.

We Lead Two Lives, And The Half Of Our Soul Is Madness, And Half Heaven Is Lit By A Black Sun. I Say I Am A Man, Is The Other That Hides In Me?

It Was Better, He Thought, To Fail In Attempting Exquisite Things Than To Succeed In The Department Of The Utterly Contemptible.