Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape. – Mervyn Peake
I was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses I might blind my soul altogether. – Socrates
I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender. – Rodney Dangerfield