For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still.
Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.
love is the every only god
What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.