No Pen, No Ink, No Table, No

Shakespeare Is The Happy Hunting Ground Of All Minds That Have Lost Their Balance.

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

Theologians Consider That It Was The Sin Of Pride, The Sinful Thought Conceived In An Instant: Non Serviam: I Will Not Serve. That Instant Was His [lucifer's] Ruin.

The Light Music Of Whiskey Falling Into Glasses Made An Agreeable Interlude.

What Kind Of Liberation Would That Be To Forsake An Absurdity Which Is Logical And Coherent And To Embrace One Which Is Illogical And Incoherent?