Mount and begone. The world awaits you.

Years on end, and swords on end - where will it end, if our ears unbend - what shall I spend on a wrinkled friend in a pair of tights like a bunch of lights?

Oh how I hate people!

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.

It was not certain what significance the ceremony held... but the formality was no less sacred for it being unintelligible

He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.

We are all imprisoned by the dictionary. We choose out of that vast, paper-walled prison our convicts, the little black printed words, when in truth we need fresh sounds to utter, new enfranchised noises which would produce a new effect.