The Most Dangerous Untruths Are Truths Slightly

Why Does A Suppurating Lung Give So Little Warning And A Sore On The Finger So Much?

He Swallowed A Lot Of Wisdom, But All Of It Seems To Have Gone Down The Wrong Way.

Here Take Back The Stuff That I Am, Nature, Knead It Back Into The Dough Of Being, Make Of Me A Bush, A Cloud, Whatever You Will, Even A Man, Only No Longer Make Me.

You Believe I Run After The Strange Because I Do Not Know The Beautiful; No, It Is Because You Do Not Know The Beautiful That I Seek The Strange.

Man…who Lives In Three Places – In The Past, In The Present, And In The Future – Can Be Unhappy If One Of These Three Is Worthless. Religion Has Even Added A Fourth – Eternity.