

"Man, as the great watchmaker of the stars... is the ontological vacillation between two metaphysical...
I, for one, would wish upon my hates (had I any) long lives of face...
"Tis never the way one intends..."
"For I, too, have sailed the seas of moon and star..."
The price of ecstasy, in whatever form it assumes, is nearly always physical nausea.
To say "something newly" not "something new": such is the sole reason the writer and...
But because he can also know, he will once again believe.
Oh how obscene, grotesque and yet commendable the voluminousness and intensity of rhetorical activity that...