Like Water, We Are Truest To Our

The Artist Secretes Nostalgia Around Life.

It Is The Fear Of Middle-age In The Young, Of Old-age In The Middle-aged, Which Is The Prime Cause Of Infidelity, That Infallible Rejuvenator.

Green Leaves On A Dead Tree Is Our Epitaph-green Leaves, Dear Reader, On A Dead Tree.

Literature Is The Art Of Writing Something That Will Be Read Twice; Journalism What Will Be Grasped At Once.

Doing Is Overrated, And Success Undesirable, But The Bitterness Of Failure Even More So.