One Begins To Mistrust Very Clever People

Pardon Me, My Friends, I Have Ventured To Paint My Happiness On The Wall.

A Casual Stroll Through The Lunatic Asylum Shows That Faith Does Not Prove Anything.

I Desire That Your Conjectures Should Not Reach Beyond Your Creative Will. Could You Create A God? Then Do Not Speak To Me Of Any Gods.

That For Which We Find Words Is Something Already Dead In Our Hearts.

How Did Reason Come Into The World? As Is Fitting, In An Irrational Manner, By Accident. One Will Have To Guess At It As At A Riddle.