I Swear Fearfully At The Conventions Of

Don't Tell Me The Moon Is Shining; Show Me The Glint Of Light On Broken Glass.

If There's A Gun On The Wall In Act One, Scene One, You Must Fire The Gun By Act Three, Scene Two. If You Fire A Gun In Act Three, Scene Two, You Must See The Gun On The Wall In Act One, Scene One.

I Should Think I'm Going To Be A Perpetual Student.

An Expansive Life, One Not Constrained By Four Walls, Requires As Well An Expansive Pocket.

The World Perishes Not From Bandits And Fires, But From Hatred, Hostility, And All These Petty Squabbles.