A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
Beware of what you do best; its bound to be a trap.
Cognition reigns but does not rule.
The only truths which are universal are those gross enough to be thought so.
Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.
If the Ego is hateful, Love your neighbor as yourself becomes a cruel irony.