To Have Her Here In Bed With

Cluster Together Like Stars!

A Book Lying Idle On A Shelf Is Wasted Ammunition.

You Can Travel Fifty Thousand Miles In America Without Once Tasting A Piece Of Good Bread.

Even The Idiot May Have A Message For Us

To Love! To Surrender Absolutely, To Prostrate Oneself Before The Divine Image, To Die A Thousand Imaginary Deaths, To Annihilate Every Trace Of Self, To Find The Whole Universe Embodied And Enshrined In The Living Image Of Another! Adolescent, We Say. Rot! This Is The Germ Of The Future Life, The Seed Which We Hide Away, Which We Bury Deep Within Us, Which We Smother And Stifle And Do Our Utmost To Destroy As We Advance From One Experience To Another And Flutter And Flounder And Lose Our Way.