Anything That Consoles Is Fake.

In A Happy Marriage There Is A Continuous Dense Magnetic Sense Of Communication.

We Re All Muddlers. The Thing Is To See Is When One's Got To Stop Muddling.

People From A Planet Without Flowers Would Think We Must Be Mad With Joy The Whole Time To Have Such Things About Us.

There Is Nothing Like The Bootless Solitude Of Those Who Are Caged Together.

We Defend Ourselves By Descriptions And Tame The World By Generalizing.