Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll

What Do I Know Of Man's Destiny? I Could Tell You More About Radishes.

How Can One Better Magnify The Almighty Than By Sniggering With Him At His Little Jokes, Particularly The Poorer Ones?

If I Was Dead, I Wouldn't Know I Was Dead. That's The Only Thing I Have Against Death. I Want To Enjoy My Death.

Until The Day When, Your Endurance Gone, In This World For You Without Arms, You Catch Up In Yours The First Mangy Cur You Meet, Carry It For The Time Needed For It To Love It And You It, Then Throw It Away.

There's Man All Over For You, Blaming On His Boots The Fault Of His Feet.