Human Life Is Inexplicable, And Still Without

Idleness Is The Beginning Of All Psychology. What? Could It Be That Psychology Is ? A Vice?

I Love Those Who Do Not Know How To Live For Today.

Sharp And Mild, Dull And Keen, Well Known And Strange, Dirty And Clean, Where Both The Fool And Wise Are Seen: All This Am I, Have Ever Been, - In Me Dove, Snake And Swine Convene!

There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks Like Malice.

Through Searching Out Origins, One Becomes A Crab. The Historian Looks Backwards, And Finally He Also Believes Backwards.