Words Are Loneliness.

Part Of The Act Of Creating Is In Discovering Your Own Kind. They Are Everywhere. But Don't Look For Them In The Wrong Places.

Every Moment Is A Golden One For Him Who Has The Vision To Recognize It As Such.

We Are Swimming On The Face Of Time And All Else Has Drowned, Is Drowning, Or Will Drown.

And There Is A Time, Glorious Too In Its Own Way, When One Scarcely Exists, When One Is A Complete Void. I Mean, When Boredom Seems The Very Stuff Of Life.

Our Own Physical Body Possesses A Wisdom Which We Who Inhabit The Body Lack. We Give It Orders Which Make No Sense.