Man is a sun and his senses are the planets.
Accident is simply unforeseen order.
There is an energy which springs from sickness and debility: it has a more powerful effect than the real, but, sadly, expires in an even greater infirmity.
Humanity is a comic role.
A complete need should not exist... love, life in common with loved ones?
In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.