Habit Is A Great Deadener.

The Tears Stream Down My Cheeks From My Unblinking Eyes. What Makes Me Weep So? There Is Nothing Saddening Here. Perhaps It Is Liquefied Brain.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

We All Are Born Mad. Some Remain So.

Decidedly It Will Never Have Been Given To Me To Finish Anything, Except Perhaps Breathing. One Must Not Be Greedy.

That Penny Farthing Hell You Call Your Mind