Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

Where You Have Nothing, There You Should Want Nothing.

Watt Had Watched People Smile And Thought He Understood How It Was Done.

In Reality We Are One And All From The Unthinkable First To The No Less Unthinkable Last Glued Together In A Vast Imbrication Of Flesh Without Breach Or Fissure

Let Me Go To Hell, That's All I Ask, And Go On Cursing Them There, And Them Look Down And Hear Me, That Might Take Some Of The Shine Off Their Bliss.