And remember, you shall suffer all things and again suffer: until you have sufficient sufferance to accept all things.

The head is the house of the tongue; our bodies affectively speak less falsely.

For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortexasymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality.

The more Chaotic I am, the more complete I am.

It was the straying that found the path direct.

Do what you like; to whom the liking is the law.

Great thoughts are against all doctrines of conformity.