Only Those Who Get Into Scrapes With

The Indefatigable Pursuit Of An Unattainable Perfection -even Though Nothing More Than The Pounding Of An Old Piano -is What Alone Gives A Meaning To Our Life On This Unavailing Star.

When Elderly Invalids Meet With Fellow-victims Of Their Own Ailments, Then At Last Real Conversation Begins, And Life Is Delicious.

We Need Two Kinds Of Acquaintances, One To Complain To, While To The Others We Boast.

Only Among People Who Think No Evil Can Evil Monstrously Flourish.

It Is Through The Cracks In Our Brains That Ecstasy Creeps In.