The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.

The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.

Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.

Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.

The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.

The mind can never be satisfied.