Words are all we have.
Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.
The only sin is the sin of being born.
We all are born mad. Some remain so.
Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.