My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial
What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
Ineluctable modality of the visible; at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read.
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?
No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.