Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.

XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.

when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man

That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

An artist, a man, a failure, must proceed.