I'm A Spalding Gray In A Rick

All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

The God Of War Is Impartial: He Hands Out Death To The Man Who Hands Out Death.

First You Don't Want Me To Get The Pony, Then You Want Me To Take It Back. Make Up Your Mind!