Not By Wrath Does One Kill, But

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

For A Significant Man Woman, The One Thought He Values Greatly, To The Laughter And Scorn Of Insignificant Men, Is A Key To Hidden Treasure Chambers; For Those Others, It Is Nothing But A Piece Of Old Iron.

Only The Most Acute And Active Animals Are Capable Of Boredom.

The Machine Is Impersonal, It Takes The Pride Away From A Piece Of Work, The Individual Merits And Defects That Go Along With Allwork That Is Not Done By A Machine--which Is To Say, Its Little Bit Of Humanity.

Having Become Conscious Of The Truth He Once Perceived, Man Now Sees Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence, He Now Understands The Symbolic Element In Ophelia's Fate, He Now Recognizes The Wisdom Of The Woodland God, Silenus: It Nauseates Him.