If I Could Believe The Quakers Banned

In Case I Conk Out, This Is Provisionally What I Have To Do: I Must Clarify Obscurities; I Must Make Clearer Definite Ideas Or Dissociations. I Must Find A Verbal Formula To Combat The Rise Of Brutality--the Principle Of Order Versus The Split Atom.

I Could I Trust Starve Like A Gentleman. It's Listed As Part Of The Poetic Training, You Know.

The Real Meditation Is ... The Meditation On One's Identity. Ah, Voilà Une Chose!! You Try It. You Try Finding Out Why You're You And Not Somebody Else. And Who In The Blazes Are You Anyhow? Ah, Voilà Une Chose!

The History Of An Art Is The History Of Masterwork, Not Of Failures, Or Mediocrity.

The What Is So Much More Important Than How.