Self-consciousness Is The Enemy Of

Write What You Love And Love What You Write.

We Are The Miracle Of Force And Matter Making Itself Over Into Imagination And Will.

For If We're Destroyed, The Knowledge Is Dead...we're Nothing More Than Dust Jackets For Books...so Many Pages To A Person.

God, Here And There, Makes Madness A Calling.

Stuff Your Eyes With Wonder, Live As If You'd Drop Dead In Ten Seconds. See The World. It's More Fantastic Than Any Dream Made Or Paid For In Factories.