A Joke Is An Epigram On The

And Let That Day Be Lost To Us On Which We Did Not Dance Once! And Let That Wisdom Be False To Us That Brought No Laughter With It!

One Must Still Have Chaos In Oneself To Be Able To Give Birth To A Dancing Star.

The People We Keep Standing In The Anteroom Of Our Favor Either Start Fermenting Or Turn Sour.

Every Master Has But One Disciple, And That One Becomes Unfaithful To Him, For He Too Is Destined For Master-ship.

All Great Artists And Thinkers Are Great Workers.