The Goal Is To Know How Not-to-know.

But Then Peace, Peace! I Am So Mistrustful Of It: So Much Afraid That It Means A Sort Of Weakness And Giving In.

Life Is Ours To Be Spent, Not To Be Saved.

Sleep Is Still Most Perfect, In Spite Of Hygienists, When It Is Shared With A Beloved.

Life Is A Travelling To The Edge Of Knowledge, Then A Leap Taken.

I Prefer Unlucky Things. Luck Is Vulgar. Who Wants What Luck Would Bring? I Don't.