I Am Crazy About Mysterious Things.

Listen, In Dreams And Especially In Nightmares, From Indigestion Or Anything, A Man Sees Sometimes Such Artistic Visions, Such Complex And Real Actuality, Such Events, Even A Whole World Of Events, Woven Into Such A Plot, With Such Unexpected Details From The Most Exalted Matters To The Last Button On A Cuff, As I Swear Leo Tolstoy Has Never Invented.

You’re A Gentleman,” They Used To Say To Him. “you Shouldn’t Have Gone Murdering People With A Hatchet; That’s No Occupation For A Gentleman.

I Feel Pity For Him, And That Is A Poor Sign Of Love.

Man Only Likes To Count His Troubles, But He Does Not Count His Joys.

Two Times Two Will Be Four Even Without My Will. Is That What You Call Man's Free Will?