Equality Is A Mortuary Word.

Where In This Small-talking World Can I Find A Longitude With No Platitude?

The Moon Is Nothing But A Circumambulating Aphrodisiac Divinely Subsidized To Provoke The World Into A Rising Birth-rate

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

It's Always Our Touches Of Vanity That Manage To Betray Us.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.