First The Pork Chops, Then Morality

I Don't Like Where I'm Going And I Don't Like Where I've Been. Why Am I In A Hurry?

Something Ignoble, Loathsome, Undignified Attends All Associations Between People And Has Been Transferred To All Objects, Dwelling, Tools, Even The Landscape Itself.

On Thinking About Hell, I Gather My Brother Shelley Found It Was A Place Much Like The City Of London. I Who Live In Los Angeles And Not In London Find, On Thinking About Hell, That It Must Be Still More Like Los Angeles.

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

One Cannot Be Arraigned For Declaring A War, Which Every Ruler Has To Do Once In A While, But Only For Running A War Badly.