The Truth Is How You Say It,

Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.

This Head Has Risen Above Its Hair In A Moment Of Abandon Known Only To Men Who Have Drawn Their Feet Out Of Their Boots To Walk Awhile In The Corridors Of The Mind.

Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The Last.

The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The Mind.

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.