And was the day of my delight<br/>As pure and perfect as I say?

What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.

Last night I had a peace dream...

It is disgusting — Why must we have bodies?

A good American makes propaganda for whatever existence has forced him to become.

It's with my brush that I make love.

Glance is the enemy of vision.

A man should be able to hear$$$ and to bear$$$ the worst that could be said of him.

Books are the windows through which the soul looks out. A home without books is like a room without windows.

Yes$$$ there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was$$$ forgot to be.