Our Life Is A Faint Tracing On

We Live In All We Seek.

These Are Our Few Live Seasons. Let Us Live Them As Purely As We Can, In The Present.

The More You Read, The More You Will Write. The Better The Stuff You Read, The Better The Stuff You Will Write.

Even If Things Are As Bad As They Could Possible Be, And As Meaningless, Then Matters Of Truth Are Themselves Indifferent; We May As Well Please Our Sensibilities And, With As Much Spirit As We Can Muster, Go Out With A Buck And A Wing.

The Surest Sign Of Age Is Loneliness.