It's Sometimes Quite Astonishing That A Single,

Going To Pieces. To Go To Pieces So Pointlessly And Unnecessarily.

Alas," Said The Mouse, "the Whole World Is Growing Smaller Every Day. At The Beginning It Was So Big That I Was Afraid, I Kept Running And Running, And I Was Glad When I Saw Walls Far Away To The Right And Left, But These Long Walls Have Narrowed So Quickly That I Am In The Last Chamber Already, And There In The Corner Stands The Trap That I Must Run Into." "you Only Need To Change Your Direction," Said The Cat, And Ate It Up.

Self-control Means Wanting To Be Effective At Some Random Point In The Infinite Radiations Of My Spiritual Existence.

Evil Is The Starry Sky Of The Good.

In Argument Similes Are Like Songs In Love; They Describe Much, But Prove Nothing.