There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity

Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.

LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.

Some say that happy women are immaterial.

The past has come apart events are vagueingthe future is inexploitable

It is not given to each of usTo be desired.

Oh that's right Keep away from me Please give me a pushDon't let me understand you Don't realise meOr we might tumble togetherDepersonalizedIdenticalInto the terrific NirvanaMe you --- you --- me

MAN is a slave only to his own mental lethargy.

LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.

My body is an ugly masterpiece that lives off the beauty of sound.

An adamant silence overcomes you when cross paths with the person that kisses your heart the second that you meet them. It balances on the edge of an indefinable unknown, unconsciously desired.

I wish I could say I am a rebel for love in real life. I don't think I am so cool.

A spoon cannot taste of the food it carries. Likewise, a foolish man cannot understand the wise man´s wisdom even if he associates with a sage.

Trust your feelings entirely about colour, and then, even if you arrive at no infallible colour theory, you will at least have the credit of having your own colour sense.

The time is not far off when many nations in many parts of the world of many political shades and commitments will possess nuclear or even thermonuclear weapons.

I felt slightly snobby about the genre. My pre-conceived notion of the comic book world had been: "Oh, that's nothing that I need to worry about!"

You've got to change with the public's taste.

By pursuing the things you love, all the other things in life will fall into order.

Besides, Jesus was a rich man. He had to have been, in order to have supported his disciples and their families during his ministry.