Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really.

Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.

Logic might be unanswerable because it was so absolutely wrong.

I am in love and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man.

Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

The #‎ cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts.