In Our Day There Are No Longer

Geniuses Are Like Ocean Liners: They Should Never Meet.

I Have No Friends, There Are Only People I Love.

In Our Day There Are No Longer Any Ideas, Or They Are Scarcer Than Hens' Teeth.

Reality Is The Apparent Absence Of Contradiction. The Marvelous Is The Eruption Of Contradiction Within The Real.

O Reason, Reason, Abstract Phantom Of The Waking State, I Had Already Expelled You From My Dreams, Now I Have Reached A Point Where Those Dreams Are About To Become Fused With Apparent Realities: Now There Is Only Room Here For Myself.