It ain't whatcha write, it's the way atcha write it.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything

Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.

Ah, if I could realize, if I could forget myself and devote my meditations to the freeing, the awakening and the blessedness of all living creatures everywhere I'd realize what there is, is ecstasy.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.