Death Leaves Cans Of Shaving Cream Half-used.

Is Action Merely The Incidental Product Of Thought, Or Is Thought The Consequential Product Of Action?

All Right, Then, I Thought: Here I Am In The Bottom Of A Well.

The World Is An Inherently Unfair Place.

The Light Of Morning Decomposes Everything.

Of What Value Is A Civilization That Can't Toast A Piece Of Bread As Ordered?