Maybe This World Is Another Planet's Hell.

In The World Of Ideas Everything Was Clear; In Life All Was Obscure, Embroiled.

Well... ...that's What You Always Forget, Isn't It? I Mean, You Forget To Pay Attention To What's Happening. And That's The Same As Not Being Here And Now.

Work Is Prayer. Work Is Also Stink. Therefore Stink Is Prayer.

Actual Happiness Always Looks Pretty Squalid In Comparison With The Over-compensations For Misery.

Applied Science Is A Conjuror, Whose Bottomless Hat Yields Impartially The Softest Of Angora Rabbits And The Most Petrifying Of Medusas.