What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind . . .

An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.

A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.