The Devil, You See, Is That Friend

But I Shall Give Less Thought To The Future, I Shall Work In The Present. I Feel Such Work Is Within My Power. For I Only Succeed In Small Things, And When I Am Tried By Anxiety, I Am Bound To Say It Is The Small Joys That Release Me.

Rather Than The Obsession With Impurity, You'd Do Better To Fear The Nostalgia For Purity.

It's A Fine Thing To Rise Above Pride, But You Must Have Pride In Order To Do So.

What Does It Matter, All Is Grace.

More Often Than Not, Nothingness Is Reluctantly And Despairingly Taken To Be The Only Hypothesis Possible When All The Others Have Failed, Since By Definition It Cannot Be Disproven And Is Beyond The Scope Of Reason.