If the Ego is hateful, Love your neighbor as yourself becomes a cruel irony.
Sometime I think; and sometime I am.
If what has happened in the one person were communicated directly to the other, all art would collapse, all the effects of art would disappear.
Everything changes but the avant-garde.
Talent without genius isn't much, but genius without talent is nothing whatsoever.
Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.