Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light

Genius gives birth, talent delivers.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again. Born writers of the future are amazed already at what they're seeing now, what we'll all see in time for the first time, and then see imitated many times by made writers.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.