We Only Hear What We Listen For.

The Grand Thing About The Human Mind Is That It Can Turn Its Own Tables And See Meaninglessness As Ultimate Meaning.

In An Utter Emptiness Anything Can Take Place.

It Is Not Irritating To Be Where One Is. It Is Only Irritating To Think One Would Like To Be Somewhere Else.

There Are Some Good People In It, But The Orchestra As A Whole Is Equivalent To A Gang Bent On Destruction.

We Are Simple-minded Enough To Think That If We Were Saying Something We Would Use Words. We Are Rather Doing Something. The Meaning Of What We Do Is Determined By Each One Who Sees And Hears It.