There Is No Shelter In You Anywhere.

Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.

I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.

It's Little I Know What's In My Heart,what's In My Mind It's Little I Know,but There's That In Me Must Up And Start,and It's Little I Care Where My Feet Go.

There Is No God. But It Does Not Matter. Man Is Enough.

Not Poppy, Nor Mandrake, Nor All The Drowsy Syrups Of The World, Shall Ever Medicine Thee To That Sweet Sleep, Which Thou Owest Yesterday.