Please — Consider Me A Dream.

Because Of Impatience We Were Driven Out [of Paradise]; Because Of Impatience We Cannot Return.

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

The True Word Leads; The Untrue Misleads.

. . . The Books We Need Are The Kind That Act Upon Us Like A Misfortune, That Make Us Suffer Like The Death Of Someone We Love More Than Ourselves, That Make Us Feel As Though We Were On The Verge Of Suicide, Or Lost In A Forest Remote From All Human Habitation-a Book Should Serve As An Axe For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

No," Said The Priest, "you Don't Need To Accept Everything As True, You Only Have To Accept It As Necessary." "depressing View," Said K. "the Lie Made Into The Rule Of The World.