Life Is A Picnic On A Precipice.

All I Have Is A Voice.

Words Have No Word For Words That Are Not True.

Man Desires To Be Free And He Desires To Feel Important. This Places Him In A Dilemma, For The More He Emancipates Himself From Necessity The Less Important He Feels.

The Law Cannot Forgive, For The Law Has Not Been Wronged, Only Broken; Only Persons Can Be Wronged. The Law Can Pardon, But It Can Only Pardon What It Has The Power To Punish.

Adjectives Are The Potbelly Of Poetry.