He Who Contemplates The Depths

So Your Desire Is To Do Nothing? Well, You Shall Not Have A Week, A Day, An Hour, Free From Oppression. You Shall Not Be Able To Lift Anything Without Agony. Every Passing Minute Will Make Your Muscles Crack. What Is Feather To Others Will Be A Rock To You. The Simplest Things Will Become Difficult. Life Will Become Monstrous About You. To Come, To Go, To Breathe, Will Be So Many Terrible Tasks For You. Your Lungs Will Feel Like A Hundred-pound Weight.

I Will Be Chateaubriand Or Nothing.

Where The Telescope Ends The Microscope Begins, And Which Has The Wider Vision?

There Are No Rules For Felicity.

Earnestness Is The Salt Of Eloquence.