Though February Lay About Her Shoulders Like

We Are Seldom As Limited As We Think We Are.

To The Extent That This World Surrenders Its Richness And Diversity, It Surrenders Its Poetry; To The Extent That It Relinquishes Its Capacity To Surprise, It Relinquishes Its Music; To The Extent That It Loses Its Ability To Tolerate Ridiculous And Even Dangerous Exceptions, It Loses Its Grace.

I Rather Like The Smell Of Absurdity In The Morning.

Toys Are Made In Heaven, Batteries Are Made In Hell.

He Who Jokes In The Executioners Face Can Be Destroyed, But Never Defeated.