How Can One Know Anything At All

In Our Dreams We Can Have Our Eggs Cooked Exactly How We Want Them, But We Can't Eat Them.

Who Promised You That Only For Joy Were You Brought To This Earth?

Papa Always Makes It Clear That He Would Like To Know Me As Much More Rational And Lucid Than The Girls And Women He Gets To Know During His Analytic Hours.

Create Around One At Least A Small Circle Where Matters Are Arranged As One Wants Them To Be.

How One Can Live Without Being Able To Judge Oneself, Criticize What One Has Accomplished, And Still Enjoy What One Does, Is Unimaginable To Me.