It Is Not Worth The Bother Of

Ambition Is A Drug That Makes Its Addicts Potential Madmen.

What Can Be Said, Lacks Reality. Only What Fails To Make Its Way Into Words Exists And Counts.

If We Could See Ourselves As Others See Us, We Would Vanish On The Spot.

Consider Love: Is There A Nobler Outpouring, A Rapture Less Suspect? Its Shudders Rival Music, Compete With The Tears Of Solitude And Of Ecstasy: Sublime...but A Sublimity Inseperable From The Urinary Tract: Transports Bordering Upon Excretion, A Heaven Of The Glands, Sudden Sancitity Of The Orifices. It Takes No More Than A Moment Of Attention For This Intoxication, Shaken, To Cast You Back Into The Ordures Of Physiology Or A Moment Of Fatigue To Recognize That So Much Ardor Produces Only A Variety Of Mucous.

I Never Met One Interesting Mind That Was Not Richly Endowed With Inadmissible Deficiencies.