Art Flies Around Truth, But With The

Association With Human Beings Lures One Into Self-observation.

He Who Seeks Does Not Find, But He Who Does Not Seek Will Be Found.

God Gives The Nuts, But He Does Not Crack Them.

I Have No Memory For Things I Have Learned, Nor Things I Have Read, Nor Things Experienced Or Heard, Neither For People Nor Events; I Feel That I Have Experienced Nothing, Learned Nothing, That I Actually Know Less Than The Average Schoolboy, And That What I Do Know Is Superficial, And That Every Second Question Is Beyond Me. I Am Incapable Of Thinking Deliberately; My Thoughts Run Into A Wall. I Can Grasp The Essence Of Things In Isolation, But I Am Quite Incapable Of Coherent, Unbroken Thinking. I Can't Even Tell A Story Properly; In Fact, I Can Scarcely Talk.

The Bible Is A Sanctum; The World, Sputum.