The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work of art.
Henry MillerTomorrow you may bring about the destruction of your world. Tomorrow you may sing in Paradise above the smoking ruins of your world-cities. But tonight I would like to think of one man, a lone individual, a man without name or country, a man whom I respect because he has absolutely nothing in common with you - MYSELF. Tonight I shall meditate upon that which I am.
Henry MillerIt isn't the oceans which cut us off from the world - it's the American way of looking at things.
Henry Miller