Do Not Trust People. They

I Do Not Like The Way People Use The More And More Magnificent Fruits Of Technology To Their Filthy Deeds.

Nothing, My Dear And Clever Colleague, Is Not Your Run-of-the-mill Nothing, The Result Of Idleness And Inactivity, But Dynamic, Aggressive Nothingness, That Is To Say, Perfect, Unique, Ubiquitous, In Other Words Nonexistence, Ultimate And Supreme.

We Are Like Snails, Each Stuck To His Own Leaf.

Genius Is Not So Much A Light As It Is A Constant Awareness Of The Surrounding Gloom.

I'll Grant The Random Access To My Heart, Thoul't Tell Me All The Constants Of Thy Love; And So We Two Shall All Love's Lemmas Prove And In Our Bound Partition Never Part.