An Aphorism Is A Generalization, Therefore Not

It Was Too Exactly As Imagined To Be True. But I Felt As Gladly And Expectantly Disorientated, As Happily And Alertly Alone, As Alice In Wonderland.

Our Accepting What We Are Must Always Inhibit Our Being What We Ought To Be.

I Knew Words Were Like Chains, They Held Me Back . . . The Act Of Description Taints The Description.

The Craving To Risk Death Is Our Last Great Perversion. We Come From Night, We Go Into Night. Why Live In Night?

I Read And I Read; And I Was Like A Medieval King, I Had Fallen In Love With The Picture Long Before I Saw The Reality.