Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

What Do We Do Now, Now That We Are Happy?

Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between The Individual And His Environment, Or Between The Individual And His Own Organic Eccentricities, The Guarantee Of A Dull Inviolability, The Lightning-conductor Of His Existence.

In Reality We Are One And All From The Unthinkable First To The No Less Unthinkable Last Glued Together In A Vast Imbrication Of Flesh Without Breach Or Fissure

Yes, There Were Times When I Forgot Not Only Who I Was But That I Was, Forgot To Be.

You're On Earth. There's No Cure For That.