What Is Uttered From The Heart Alone,

Oh Happy He Who Still Can Hope In Our Day To Breathe The Truth While Plunged In Seas Of Error! What We Don't Know Is Really What We Need, And What We Know Is Of No Use To Us Whatever!

For What One Has In Black And White, One Can Carry Home In Comfort.

But When All Is Said, The Greatest Art Is To Limit And Isolate Oneself.

Someday Perhaps The Inner Light Will Shine Forth From Us, And The We'll Need No Other Light.

If Man Thinks About His Physical Or Moral State He Usually Discovers That He Is Ill.