Things Are Entirely What They

I Do Not Think Therefore I Am A Moustache

Nothing Happens While You Live. The Scenery Changes, People Come In And Go Out, That's All. There Are No Beginnings. Days Are Tacked On To Days Without Rhyme Or Reason, An Interminable, Monotonous Addition.

I Am Not Asking For Sensational Revelations, But I Would Like To Sense The Meaning Of That Minute, To Feel It's Urgency.

Man Is What He Wills Himself To Be.

You Are -- Your Life, And Nothing Else.