The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind . . .

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind

An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.

A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.