Take the so-called standard of living. What do most people mean by “living”? They don’t mean living. They mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives. – e.e. cummings, Introduction, Poems, 1954

The day was counting up its birds and never got the answer right. – Author unknown

Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin