Madness Alone Is Truly Terrifying, Inasmuch As

Facing It, Always Facing It, That's The Way To Get Through. Face It.

The Blight Of Futility That Lies In Wait For Men's Speeches Had Fallen Upon Our Conversation And Made It A Thing Of Empty Sounds.

Resignation, Not Mystic, Not Detached, But Resignation Open-eyed, Conscious, And Informed By Love, Is The Only One Of Our Feelings For Which It Is Impossible To Become A Sham.

Action Is Consolatory. It Is The Enemy Of Thought And The Friend Of Flattering Illusions.

How Does One Kill Fear, I Wonder? How Do You Shoot A Specter Through The Heart, Slash Off Its Spectral Head, Take It By Its Spectral Throat?