Poor People Never, Or Hardly Ever, Ask

Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written Clearly Is Not Worth Much, It's The Transparency That Counts.

All In All, Death Is Something Like Marriage.

Well, You Know... Experience Is A Muffled Lantern That Throws Light Only On The Bearer...it's Incommunicable.

Chin Up, Ferdinand," I Kept Saying To Myself, To Keep Up My Courage. "what With Being Chucked Out Of Everywhere, You're Sure To Find Whatever It Is That Scares All Those Bastards So. It Must Be At The End Of The Night, And That's Why They're So Dead Set Against Going To The End Of The Night.

The Mind Is Satisfied With Phrased, But Not The Body, The Body Is More Fastidious, It Wants Muscles. A Body Always Tells The Truth, That's Why It's Usually Depressing And Disgusting To Look At.