What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens.

The dark is light enough.

Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?

Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.

Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented for the first time with this strange and wonderful thing, what a miracle, what a magnificently shocking and inexplicable and mysterious thing it would be.