You Conquered The Landscape With The Soles

We Can Know Nothing Till After This Grave Debate. The Soul Must Withdraw, For This Is Not Its Hour. Now The Knife Must Divide The Flesh, And Lay The Ravage Bare, And Do Its Work Completely.

You Conquered The Landscape With The Soles Of Shoes, Not The Tires.

It Is Strange What A Contempt Men Have For The Joys That Are Offered Them Freely.

I Can No Longer Think What I Want To Think. My Thoughts Have Been Replaced By Moving Images.

When You Are In It Up To Your Ears, Keep Your Mouth Shut.