All Language Is But A Poor Translation.

Time Is Short, My Strength Is Limited, The Office Is A Horror, The Apartment Is Noisy, And If A Pleasant, Straightforward Life Is Not Possible, Then One Must Try To Wriggle Through By Subtle Manoeuvres.

No Matter How Much You Keep Encouraging Someone Who Is Blindfolded To Stare Through The Cloth, He Still Won’t See A Thing.".

The Messiah Will Only Come When He Is No Longer Needed.

A Belief Is Like A Guillotine, Just As Heavy, Just As Light.

But What If All The Tranquility, All The Comfort, All The Contentment Were Now To Come To A Horrifying End?