To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are not You must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know And what you own is what you do not own And where you are is where you are not.

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

The fool,fixed in his folly,may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns.

Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.