I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.

Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.

Faith is a devout belief in what one does not understand.

I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.

Let us strive to improve ourselves, for we cannot remain stationary; one either progresses or retrogrades.

I love nothing and that is the true cause of my ennui.

Heed the still small voice that so seldom leads us wrong, and never into folly.