Buddha Says: "do Not Flatter Your Benefactor!".

He Who Knoweth The Reader, Doeth Nothing More For The Reader. Another Century Of Readers - And Spirit Itself Will Stink.

I Have Never Pondered Over Questions That Are Not Questions.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep Even In The Wounding, And May Succumb Through A Small Matter: Thus Goeth He Willingly Over The Bridge.

Life Is A Well Of Joy; But For Those Out Of Whom An Upset Stomach Speaks, Which Is The Father Of Melancholy, All Wells Are Poisoned.

And It Is The Great Noon When Man Stands At The Midpoint Of His Course Between Beast And Superman And Celebrates His Way To The Evening As His Highest Hope: For It Is The Way To A New Morning.