The Image Is More Than An Idea.

Any Damn Fool Can Be Spontaneous.

I Have Tried To Write Paradise Do Not Move Let The Wind Speak That Is Paradise. Let The Gods Forgive What I Have Made Let Those I Love Try To Forgive What I Have Made.

I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers Of The Dawn For You.

A General Loathing Of A Gang Or Sect Usually Has Some Sound Basis In Instinct.

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!