How Undisturbed, The Sleep Of The Foolish.

Truth, She Thought. As Terrible As Death. But Harder To Find.

The Hell With The Newspapers. Nobody Reads The Letters To The Editor Column Except The Nuts. It's Enough To Get You Down.

Even If All Life On Our Planet Is Destroyed, There Must Be Other Life Somewhere Which We Know Nothing Of. It Is Impossible That Ours Is The Only World; There Must Be World After World Unseen By Us, In Some Region Or Dimension That We Simply Do Not Perceive. Even Though I Can't Prove That, Even Though It Isn't Logical - I Believe It.

The Church Of My Choice Is The Free, Open World.

The Cries Of The Dead Are Terrible Indeed; You Should Try Not To Hear Them.