Equality Is A Mortuary Word.

Life Is A Hypocrite If I Can't Live The Way It Moves Me.

How Can We Be Scrupulous In A Life Which, From Birth Onwards, Is So Determined To Wring Us Dry Of Any Serenity At All?

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.

The Dark Is Light Enough.