Blessed Art Thou, Lord, Who Giveth Suffering

For The Merchant, Even Honesty Is A Financial Speculation.

The Immense Profundity Of Thought In Vulgar Locutions, Like Holes Dug By Generations Of Ants.

I Love The Clouds... The Clouds That Pass By... Over There... Over There... Those Lovely Clouds!

What A Mysterious Faculty Is That Queen Of The Faculties!

Strangeness Is The Indispensable Condiment Of All Beauty.