The Messiah Will Come Only When He

We All Have Wings, But They Have Not Been Of Any Avail To Us And If We Could Tear Them Off, We Would Do So.

The Meaning Of Life Is That It Stops.

. . . The Books We Need Are The Kind That Act Upon Us Like A Misfortune, That Make Us Suffer Like The Death Of Someone We Love More Than Ourselves, That Make Us Feel As Though We Were On The Verge Of Suicide, Or Lost In A Forest Remote From All Human Habitation-a Book Should Serve As An Axe For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

If This Is What You Came For, Then I Didn't Send For You. Kafka (note To Himself In Journal)

I Usually Solve Problems By Letting Them Devour Me.