The Errors Of The Observer Come From

What Is The Destiny Of Man, But To Fill Up The Measure Of His Sufferings, And To Drink His Allotted Cup Of Bitterness?

Why Look For Conspiracy When Stupidity Can Explain So Much

After Fifteen Minutes Nobody Looks At A Rainbow.

Happiness Is A Ball After Which We Run Wherever It Rolls, And We Push It With Our Feet When It Stops.

The Passions Are Like Those Demons With Which Afrasahiab Sailed Down The Orus. Our Only Safety Consists In Keeping Them Asleep. If They We Are Lost.