The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The

New York Rose Out Of The Water Like A Great Wave That Found It Impossible To Return Again And So Remained There In Horror, Peering Out Of The Million Windows Man Had Caged It With.

To Love Without Criticism Is To Be Betrayed.

The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In Torment.

The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The Mind.

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.