An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.

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

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind . . .

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

Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?