Man Is The Only Thing That Has

The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In Torment.

Even The Contemplative Life Is Only An Effort, Nora My Dear, To Hide The Body So The Feet Won’t Stick Out.

The Unendurable Is The Beginning Of The Curve Of Joy.

Too Great A Sense Of Identity Makes A Man Feel He Can Do No Wrong. And Too Little Does The Same.

Man Is The Only Thing That Has No Further Use After Something Goes Amiss.