I, Of Whom I Know

What Was God Doing With Himself Before The Creation?

[t]he Syndrome Known As Life Is Too Diffuse To Admit Of Palliation. For Every Symptom That Is Eased, Another Is Made Worse. The Horse Leech's Daughter Is A Closed System. Her Quantum Of Wantum Cannot Vary.

All I Know Is What The Words Know, And Dead Things, And That Makes A Handsome Little Sum, With A Beginning And A Middle And An End, As In The Well-built Phrase And The Long Sonata Of The Dead.

What Do I Know Of Man's Destiny? I Could Tell You More About Radishes.

Where You Have Nothing, There You Should Want Nothing.