A Toothache, Or A Violent Passion, Is

Sometimes Things Become Possible If We Want Them Bad Enough.

Every Moment Is A Fresh Beginning.

Where Does One Go From A World Of Insanity? Somewhere On The Other Side Of Despair.

Webster Was Much Possessed By Death And Saw The Skull Beneath The Skin.

What Is This Self-inside Us, This Silent Observer, Severe And Speechless Critic, Who Can Terrorize Us, And Urge Us Onto Futile Activity, And In The End, Judge Us Still More Severely For The Errors Into Which His Own Reproaches Drove Us?