Let The Enemies Of Life Step Down.

In Here, The Human Bosom -- Mine, Yours, Everybody's -- There Isn't Just One Soul. There's A Lot Of Souls. But There Are Two Main Ones, The Real Soul And A Pretender Soul. Now! Every Man Realizes That He Has To Love Something Or Somebody. He Feels That He Must Go Outward. 'if Thou Canst Not Love, What Art Thou?' Are You With Me?

What Homo Sapien Imagines, He May Slowly Convert Himself To.

Some People, If They Didn't Make It Hard For Themselves, Might Fall Asleep.

The More Realistic You Are The More You Threaten The Grounds Of Your Own Art.

The Life Of Every Citizen Is Becoming A Business. This, It Seems To Me, Is One Of The Worst Interpretations Of The Meaning Of Human Life History Has Ever Seen. Man's Life Is Not A Business.