We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.

If there is no God, then I am God.

Walking along the crowded row He met the one he used to know.

What can become of him if he is in such bondage to the habit of satisfying the innumerable desires he has created for himself? He is isolated, and what concern has he with the rest of humanity? They have succeeded in accumulating a greater mass of objects, but the joy in the world has grown less.

Speak of a wolf and you see his tail!

I am a sick man...I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. I think my liver hurts. However, i don't know a fig about my sickness, and am not sure what it is that hurts me. I am not being treated and never have been, though I respect medicine. What's more, I am also superstitious in the extreme; well, at least enough to respect medicine.

Oh I've plenty of time, my time is entirely my own.