On The Tree, Future, We Build Our

Plato Was A Bore.

Existence Begins In Every Instant.

I Want To Speak To The Despisers Of The Body. I Would Not Have Them Learn And Teach Differently, But Merely Say Farewell To Their Own Bodies-- And Thus Become Silent.

Sleeping Is No Mean Art: For Its Sake One Must Stay Awake All Day.

And We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once. And We Should Call Every Truth False Which Was Not Accompanied By At Least One Laugh.