Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?

We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.

An artist's sensitivity to criticism is, at least in part, an effort to keep unimpaired the zest, or confidence, or arrogance, which he needs to make creation possible; or an instinct to climb through his problems in his own way as he should, and must.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?

One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.