One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
May my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if its sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young
guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders
What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.