Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary.

Since Life Consists Of Madness Spiked With Lies, The Farther You Are From Each Other The More Lies You Can Put Into It And The Happier You'll Be. That's Only Natural And Normal. Truth Is Inedible.

People Avenge Themselves For The Favors Done Them.

The Mind Is Satisfied With Phrased, But Not The Body, The Body Is More Fastidious, It Wants Muscles. A Body Always Tells The Truth, That's Why It's Usually Depressing And Disgusting To Look At.

In The Whole Of Your Absurd Past You Discover So Much That's Absurd, So Much Deceit And Credulity, That It Might Be A Good Idea To Stop Being Young This Minute, To Wait For Youth To Break Away From You And Pass You By, To Watch It Going Away, Receding In The Distance, To See All Its Vanity, Run Your Hand Through The Empty Space It Has Left Behind, Take A Last Look At It, And Then Start Moving, Make Sure Your Youth Has Really Gone, And Then Calmly, All By Yourself, Cross To The Other Side Of Time To See What People And Things Really Look Like.

Women Always Have Some Mental Reservation.