How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows

How Can We Be Scrupulous In A Life Which, From Birth Onwards, Is So Determined To Wring Us Dry Of Any Serenity At All?

Day's Work Is Still To Do, Whatever The Day's Doom.

What Is Madness To Those Who Only Observe, Is Often Wisdom To Those To Whom It Happens.

If We Could Wake Each Morning With No Memory Of Living Before We Went To Sleep, We Might Arrive At A Faultless Day.

Comedy Is An Escape, Not From Truth But From Despair; A Narrow Escape Into Faith.