In Masturbation There Is Nothing But Loss.

A Book Lives As Long As It Is Unfathomed.

Towns Oftener Swamp One Than Carry One Out Onto The Big Ocean Of Life.

When I Wish I Was Rich, Then I Know I Am Ill.

Where The Electron Behaves And Misbehaves As It Will, Where The Forces Tie Themselves Up Into Knots Of Atoms And Come United.

The East Is Not For Me--the Sensuous Spiritual Voluptuousness, The Curious Sensitiveness Of The Naked People, Their Black, Bottomless, Hopeless Eyes.