Play Is Experimenting With Chance.

Our Bodies Are Molded Rivers.

Philosophy Is Really Nostalgia, The Desire To Be At Home.

Only As Far As A Man Is Happily Married To Himself Is He Fit For Married Life And Family Life In General.

Blood Will Stream Over Europe Until The Nations Become Aware Of The Frightful Madness Which Drives Them In Circles. And Then, Struck By Celestial Music And Made Gentle, They Approach Their Former Altars All Together, Hear About The Works Of Peace, And Hold A Great Celebration Of Peace With Fervent Tears Before The Smoking Altars.

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand