Analysis Kills Spontaneity.

Are We Not All Shipwrecked,...condemned To Death?... However Impatient Our Neighbours Make Us, However Much Indignation Our Race Arouses, We Are All Bound Together, And The Companions Of A Chain-gang Have Everything To Lose By Mutual Insults.

Time And Space Are Fragments Of The Infinite For The Use Of Finite Creatures.

Hope Is Only The Love Of Life.

Analysis Kills Spontaneity.

Life Alone Can Rekindle Life.