Reason Cannot Break Out Of Its Own

True Wit Has A Grave Intention.

As I Review My Life, I Feel I Must Have Missed The Point, Either Then Or Now.

The Theme Of My Autobiography Could Only Be Repetition.

I Really Like Life, Don't You? There's Nothing Else Quite Like It.

Alone, I Am Satisfied With Myself. With Others, I Am Beset By Troubling Comparisons.