The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.

Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.

Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.

Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.

The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.

Understand that some of your enemies are amongst your best friends.