Monday, December 23, 2013

Think and drink in solitude.



Poets are sky diving acrobats of God.



A specter is haunting Europe; the inspecter.



Writer- good conversationalists, poor time keepers.



It is silence most souls fear.



Lenin wrote,what is to be done, Jesus, it is finished.



Marx said, you have nothing to lose, Jesus said I am not of this world.



Religion appeals to those without further appeals.



Hitler knew the kind of socialism his marks bought.



While listening to Mozart's Masonic Funeral March,you are in heaven.



A maxim like a commandment begins with definitions,ends in premonitions



If Freud had not lived Oedipus would have.



Religious wisdom, life is a ritual bath.



No Russian winter novelists, no spring, no poets.



Suffering is always remarkable.



The world is made up of short fictions.



Jews are obsessed with life, Catholics with death, all others purgatory.



One cannot develop a poet or a soul.



A poet dreams on extremes.



Loneliness is terminal; joy is eternal.



Geniuses have great aunts or a grande mother.


Sometimes an illness saves a life.


A poor soul hears a coin drop a mile away.


Salieri wrote thirty operas, Mozart, a handful.

















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