Love Means Giving Something You

The Unconscious Is Structured Like A Language.

Writings Scatter To The Winds Blank Checks In An Insane Charge. And Were They Not Such Flying Leaves, There Would Be No Purloined Letters.

The Reason We Go To Poetry Is Not For Wisdom, But For The Dismantling Of Wisdom

The Sentence Completes Its Signification Only With Its Last Term.

The Mirror Stage As Formative In The Function Of The I As Revealed In Psychoanalytic Experience.