Ideas Pull The Trigger, But Instinct Loads

When A Man Tells You That He Got Rich Through Hard Work, Ask Him: 'whose?'

This Is Another Day! Are Its Eyes Blurred With Maudlin Grief For Any Wasted Past? A Thousand Thousand Failures Shall Not Daunt! Let Dust Clasp Dust, Death, Death; I Am Alive!

Old Godheads Sink In Space And Drown Their Arks Like Foundered Galleons Sucked Down.

It Is Better To Be A Part Of Beauty For One Instant And Then Cease To Exist Than To Exist Forever And Never Be A Part Of Beauty

Ideas Pull The Trigger, But Instinct Loads The Gun.