A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul,

We Can Only Exist By Taking Our Minds Off The Fact That We Exist

...he Was Just Scraps Of Words And Dislocated Phrases.

Everyone, He Went On, Speaks A Language He Does Not Understand, But Which Now And Then Is Understood By Others. That Is Enough To Permit One To Exist And At Least To Be Misunderstood.

Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

We Only Really Face Up To Ourselves When We Are Afraid.