Conscious Thought Is The Tidying Up At

Hope, And Hopelessness, Persist Despite The Facts.

Perhaps Fortunately, No One Has Ever Found Out What It Would Be Like To Have All His Wishes Fulfilled.

Faith Prefers The Absurd To The Plausible.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.

Now That I See You Understand Me So Well, I Will Avoid You.