Please don't tell me to relax, it's only my tension that's holding me together.

Beware! I'm acting under the influence of human nature.

The information I most want is in books not yet written by people not yet born.

Somehow I reached excess without ever noticing when I was passing through satisfaction.

The entire universe will eventually disintegrate but by then I hope to be in a safer place.

Not only don't I know what tomorrow will bring, I'm still not entirely certain what yesterday brought?

It can take a surprisingly long time to get from one part of my mind to another.