No One Should Approach The Temple Of

Sleep Is Death's Younger Brother, And So Like Him, That I Never Dare Trust Him Without My Prayers.

I Could Be Content That We Might Procreate Like Trees, Without Conjunction, Or That We Were Any Way To Perpetuate The World Without This Trivial And Vulgar Way Of Coition; It Is The Foolishest Act A Wise Man Commits In All His Life.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

A Wise Man Is Out Of The Reach Of Fortune.

Light Is The Shadow Of God.