I Must Play The Instrument I've Got.

Do We Always, Always To The Point Of Misery, Do A Thing?

Everybody Knows There Is No Fineness Or Accuracy Of Suppression; If You Hold Down One Thing, You Hold Down The Adjoining.

Alternatives, And Particularly Desirable Alternatives, Grow Only On Imaginary Trees.

A Human Soul Devoid Of Longing Was A Soul Deformed, Deprived Of Its Highest Good, Sick Unto Death.

Socrates Said The Unexamined Life Is Not Worth Living. But The Over-examined Life Makes You Wish You Were Dead. Given The Alternative, I'd Rather Be Living.