I Have Tried Being Surreal, But My

Altruism Is For Those Who Cannot Endure Their Desires.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

Giving Out Crowns To Everyone Will Not Make A Nation Of Kings.

I Am Now Old Enough To Make Common Cause With My Predecessors Against My Successors.

Without The Blessing Of Cowardice, The World Would Long Since Have Been Torn To Bits.