One Sits Down First; One Thinks Afterwards.

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey; But The Trouble Is That There Are No Longer Any Orders.

All Spiritual Journeys Are Martyrdoms

The Actual Tragedies Of Life Bear No Relation To One's Preconceived Ideas. In The Event, One Is Always Bewildered By Their Simplicity, Their Grandeur Of Design, And By That Element Of The Bizarre Which Seems Inherent In Them.

The Composer Opens The Cage Door For Arithmetic, The Draftsman Gives Geometry Its Freedom.