You're Not A Man, You're A Mushroom!

More Wisdom Is Latent In Things As They Are Than In All The Words Men Use.

I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come, Let Us Go Look At A Sunset.

Behind All Seen Things Lies Something Vaster; Everything Is But A Path, A Portal Or A Window Opening On Something Other Than Iteself.

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.

To Be A Man Is To Feel That One's Own Stone Contributes To Building The Edifice Of The World.