Our Greatest Foes, And Whom We Must

In Order To Attain The Impossible, One Must Attempt The Absurd.

Necessity Urges Desperate Measures.

God Who Sends The Wound Sends The Medicine.

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.

And Thus Being Totally Preoccupied, He Rode So Slowly That The Sun Was Soon Glowing With Such Intense Heat That It Would Have Melted His Brains, If He'd Had Any.