A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings, And crawled head downward down a blackened wall.

Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

There will be time to murder and create.

The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.

We should not confuse information with knowledge.