Slept, Awoke, Slept, Awoke, Miserable Life.

One Can Disintegrate The World By Means Of Very Strong Light. For Weak Eyes The World Becomes Solid, For Still Weaker Eyes It Seems To Develop Fists, For Eyes Weaker Still It Becomes Shamefaced And Smashes Anyone Who Dares To Gaze Upon It.

I Carry The Bars Within Me.

One Tells As Few Lies As Possible Only By Telling As Few Lies As Possible, And Not By Having The Least Possible Opportunity To Do So.

Faith, Like A Guillotine. As Heavy, As Light.

What Is Written Is Merely The Dregs Of Experience.