We Count The Courtesies Accorded Us By

This Crown To Crown The Laughing Man, This Rose-wreath Crown: I Myself Have Set This Crown Upon My Head, I Myself Have Pronounced My Laughter Holy.

I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

The World Is Poor For Him Who Has Never Been Sick Enough For This 'voluptuousness Of Hell

The Earth Has A Skin And That Skin Has Diseases; One Of Its Diseases Is Called Man.

We Are Responsible To Ourselves For Our Own Existence; Consequently We Want To Be The True Helmsman Of This Existence And Refuse To Allow Our Existence To Resemble A Mindless Act Of Chance.