Memory Itself Is An Internal Rumour.

Knowledge Is Not Eating, And We Cannot Expect To Devour And Possess What We Mean. Knowledge Is Recognition Of Something Absent; It Is A Salutation, Not An Embrace.

Heaven Is To Be At Peace With Things.

Knowledge Of What Is Possible Is The Beginning Of Happiness.

Why Shouldnt Things Be Largely Absurd, Futile, And Transitory? They Are So, And We Are So, And They And We Go Together.

I Have Imagination, And Nothing That Is Real Is Alien To Me.