And After Reading Thoreau I Felt How

The World Is Always Curious, And People Become Valuable Merely For Their Inaccessibility

He Knew That When He Kissed This Girl, And Forever Wed His Unutterable Visions To Her Perishable Breath, His Mind Would Never Romp Again Like The Mind Of God.

Show Me A Hero And I'll Write You A Tragedy.

Very Few Of The People Who Accentuate The Futility Of Life Remark The Futility Of Themselves. Perhaps They Think That In Proclaiming The Evil Of Living They Somehow Salvage Their Own Worth From The Ruin - But They Don't, Even You And I.

Beware The Artist Who's An Intellectual Also. The Artist Who Doesn't Fit.