A Visit To Père Lachaise In Paris

Nagasaki Destroyed By The Magic Of Science Is The Nearest Man Has Yet Approached To The Realization Of Dreams That Even During The Safe Immobility Of Sleep Are Accustomed To Develop Into Nightmares Of Anxiety.

Nonetheless, Scranton Had Travelled In Space. He Had Known The Loneliness Of Separation From All Other Human Beings, He Had Gazed At The Empty Perspectives That I Myself Had Seen.

Art Exists Because Reality Is Neither Real Nor Significant.

The Enlightenment View Of Mankind Is A Complete Myth. It Leads Us Into Thinking We're Sane And Rational Creatures Most Of The Time, And We're Not.

By The Eighteenth Book, One Has A Sense Of Having Bricked Oneself Into A Niche, A Roosting Place For Other People's Pigeons. I Wouldn't Recommend It.