Analysis Kills Spontaneity.

Dreams Are Excursions Into The Limbo Of Things, A Semi-deliverance From The Human Prison.

What We Do Not Understand We Have No Right To Judge

Time Is But The Space Between Our Memories; As Soon As We Cease To Perceive This Space, Time Has Disappeared.

Only Evil Grows Of Itself, While For Goodness We Want Effort And Courage.

Self-interest Is An Inexhaustible Source Of Convenient Illusions. The Number Of Beings Who Wish To See Truly Is Extraordinarily Small.