Through The Unknown, We'll Find The New

Strangeness Is The Indispensable Condiment Of All Beauty.

The Man Who Says His Evening Prayer Is A Captain Posting His Sentinels. He Can Sleep.

And, Drunk With My Own Madness, I Shouted At Him Furiously, "make Life Beautiful! Make Life Beautiful!

Ne Cherchez Plus Mon Coeur; Les Be" Tes L'ont Mange . Don't Search Any Further For My Heart; Wild Beasts Ate It.

There Can Be No Progress-real, Moral Prgress-except In The Individual And By The Individual Himself.