By All Evidence We Are In The

Every Thought Should Recall The Ruin Of A Smile.

My Enthusiasms...constitute My Reserves, My Unexploited Resources, Perhaps My Future.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.

There Is No Limit To Suffering.

The Source Of Our Actions Resides In An Unconscious Propensity To Regard Ourselves As The Center, The Cause, And The Conclusion Of Time. Our Reflexes And Our Pride Transform Into A Planet The Parcel Of Flesh And Consciousness We Are.