Men Tighten The Knot Of Confusion Into

The Soul Is So Far From Being A Monad That We Have Not Only To Interpret Other Souls To Ourself But To Interpret Ourself To Ourself.

In Our Rhythm Of Earthly Life We Tire Of Light. We Are Glad When The Day Ends, When The Play Ends; And Ecstasy Is Too Much Pain.

You Have Learned Enough To See That Cats Are Much Like You And Me.

With Out Some Kind Of God, Man Is Not Very Intresting

All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars. Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.