Deep In Each Man Is The Knowledge

Each Memory Recalled Must Do Some Violence To Its Origins.

Your Heart's Desire Is To Be Told Some Mystery. The Mystery Is That There Is No Mystery.

When The Shooting Starts Would You Rather Be Armed Or Legal?

Do You Know What Happens With People Who Cannot Govern Themselves? That's Right. Others Come In To Govern For Them.

The Cooler Days Have Brought A Wistful Mood Upon Him. The Smell Of Coalsmoke In The Air At Night. Old Times, Dead Years. For Him Such Memories Are Bitter Ones.