Eat this sweetish segment or spit it out. You are free.

Life's only choosing when to die. Life's a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It's a tremendous relief not to have to choose.

Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.

But what I do I do because I like to do.

The not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self.

All art preserves mysteries which aesthetic philosophers tackle in vain.

But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all that cal.