Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

... Half The World Starves. What A Planet. And The Eating, If You're Lucky Enough To Do Any. Stuffing Pieces Of Dead Animals Into A Hole In Your Face. Then Munch, Munch, Munch. If There's Anybody Watching, They Must Be Dying Of Laughter.

My Heart Was Beating Like An Army On The March.

Man's Creative Struggle, His Search For Wisdom And Truth, Is A Love Story.

Human Affairs Are Not Serious, But They Have To Be Taken Seriously.

Intense Mutual Erotic Love, Love Which Involves With The Flesh All The Most Refined Sexual Being Of The Spirit, Which Reveals And Perhaps Even Ex Nihilo Creates Spirit As Sex, Is Comparatively Rare In This Inconvenient World.