Phenomena Intersect; To See But One Is

To Contemplate Is To Look At Shadows.

Intelligence Is The Wife, Imagination Is The Mistress, Memory Is The Servant.

Have Courage For The Great Sorrows Of Life And Patience For The Small Ones; And When You Have Laboriously Accomplished Your Daily Task, Go To Sleep In Peace.

While Contemplating The Bride, And Eyeing The Cake Of Soap, He Muttered Between His Teeth: 'tuesday. It Was Not Tuesday. Was It Tuesday? Perhaps It Was Tuesday. Yes, It Was Tuesday.' No One Has Ever Discovered To What This Monologue Referred. Yes, Perchance, This Monologue Had Some Connection With The Last Occasion On Which He Had Dined, Three Days Before, For It Was Now Friday.

To Live A Life Which Is A Perpetual Falsehood Is To Suffer Unknown Tortures.