We Are Born Believing. A Man Bears

Circles, Like The Soul, Are Neverending And Turn Round And Round Without A Stop.

The Wheels And Springs Of Man Are All Set To The Hypothesis Of The Permanence Of Nature. We Are Not Built Like A Ship To Be Tossed, But Like A House To Stand.

The Question Is Whether [suicide] Is The Way Out, Or The Way In.

Things Refuse To Be Mismanaged For Long.

There Are As Many Pillows Of Illusion As Flakes In A Snow-storm. We Wake From One Dream Into Another Dream.