Joy Rises In Me, Like

The Language Of The Dream/night Is Contrary To That Of Waking/day. It Is A Language Of Images And Sensations, The Various Dialects Of Which Are Far Less Different From Each Other, Than The Various Day-languages Of Nations.

The More Sparingly We Make Use Of Nonsense, The Better.

And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.

Humor Is Consistent With Pathos, Whilst Wit Is Not.

Experience Informs Us That The First Defence Of Weak Minds Is To Recriminate.