All My Good Reading, You Might Say,

All My Good Reading, You Might Say, Was Done In The Toilet.

All Growth Is A Leap In The Dark, A Spontaneous Unpremeditated Act Without Benefit Of Experience.

The Goal Of Life Is Not To Possess Power But To Radiate It.

The World Is Two Thirds Spaghetti And Meatballs, One Third Syphilitic Chancre.

Analysis Brings No Curative Powers In Its Train; It Merely Makes Us Conscious Of The Existence Of An Evil, Which, Oddly Enough, Is Consciousness.