Time Is Too Large, It Can't Be

One Should Commit No Stupidity Twice, The Variety Of Choice Is, In The End, Large Enough.

He Was Free, Free In Every Way, Free To Behave Like A Fool Or A Machine, Free To Accept, Free To Refuse, Free To Equivocate; To Marry, To Give Up The Game, To Drag This Death Weight About With Him For Years To Come. He Could Do What He Liked, No One Had The Right To Advise Him, There Would Be For Him No Good Or Evil Unless He Thought Them Into Being.

Existence Is Prior To Essence.

To Think New Thoughts You Have To Break The Bones In Your Head

Everything Has Been Figured Out, Except How To Live.