Logic Is One Thing And Commonsense Another.

There Is A Joy In Going Without Things, A Fine Tang In Eliminating The Superfluous.

Wealth: A Cunning Device Of Fate Whereby Men Are Made Captive, And Burdened With Responsibilites From Which Only Death Can File Their Fetters.

A Person May Be Very Secretive And Yet Have No Secrets.

Men Who Sit Back And Pride Themselves On Their Culture Haven't Any To Speak Of.

The Past Is One Evil Less And One Memory More.