The Art Of Living Is

Narrating Incredible Things As Though They Were Real Old System; Narrating Realities As Though They Were Incredible The New.

The Only Way To Escape The Abyss Is To Look At It, Gauge It, Sound It Out And Descend Into It.

There Comes A Day When, For Someone Who Has Persecuted Us, We Feel Only Indifference, A Weariness At His Stupidity. Then We Forgive Him.

Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates And Always Will. All The Rest - Thought, Action - Is Just A Pastime, Mental Or Physical. What Counts Then, Is To Come To Grips With Reality. The Rest Can Go.

Give Me The Ready Hand Rather Than The Ready Tongue.