My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.


From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith (August 28, 1925)


My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.

My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.

My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.

My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.