Whether Or Not God Is Dead: It

His Head Is Made Of Stars, But Not Yet Arranged Into Constellations.

A 'modern' Man Has Nothing To Add To Modernism, If Only Because He Has Nothing To Oppose It With. The Well-adapted Drop Off The Dead Limb Of Time Like Lice.

In Five Minutes The Earth Would Be A Desert, And You Cling To Books.

In Eternity Everything Is Just Beginning.

The Act Of Naming Is The Great And Solemn Consolation Of Mankind