There Are The Terrible Ones Who Carry

Every Word Is A Prejudice.

Life Is A Well Of Joy; But For Those Out Of Whom An Upset Stomach Speaks, Which Is The Father Of Melancholy, All Wells Are Poisoned.

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.

The Unselective Knowledge Drive Resembles The Indiscriminate Sexual Drive--signs Of Vulgarity!

How Can A Man Know Himself? He Is A Thing Dark And Veiled; And If The Hare Has Seven Skins, Man Can Slough Off Seventy Times Seven And Still Not Be Able To Say: "this Is Really You, This Is No Longer Outer Shell.