God Wills, Man Dreams, The

I've Reached The Point Where Tedium Is A Person, The Incarnate Fiction Of My Own Company.

We All Have Two Lives: The True, The One We Dreamed Of In Childhood And Go On Dreaming Of As Adults In A Substratum Of Mist; The False, The One We Love When We Live With Others, The Practical, The Useful, The One We End Up By Being Put In A Coffin.

Ser Compreendido é Prostituir-se.

Humanitarianism Is Rude.

The Slope Takes You To The Windmill, But Effort Takes You Nowhere.