Madness Alone Is Truly Terrifying, Inasmuch As

The Mind Of Man Is Capable Of Anything.

Criticism, That Fine Flower Of Personal Expression In The Garden Of Letters.

It’s Extraordinary How We Go Through Life With Eyes Half Shut, With Dull Ears, With Dormant Thoughts. Perhaps It’s Just As Well; And It May Be That It Is This Very Dullness That Makes Life To The Incalculable Majority So Supportable And So Welcome.

Perhaps Life Is Just That... A Dream And A Fear.

Let A Fool Be Made Serviceable According To His Folly.