The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick

The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. . . . I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance - the revolt of the soul against the intellect.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

Words alone are certain good.