How Can One Know Anything At All

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing Is Precisely The One That Comes Unexpectedly And Unearned, Hence Something Given Truly As A Present.

A First Visit To A Madhouse Is Always A Shock.

How Can One Know Anything At All About People?

We Are Aware Only Of The Empty Space In The Forest, Which Only Yesterday Was Filled With Trees.