The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And

Words Strain, Crack, And Sometime Break, Under The Burden.

War Is Not A Life: It Is A Situation, One Which May Neither Be Ignored Nor Accepted.

The Usual Dog About The Town Is Much Inclined To Play The Clown.

Hell Is Oneself, Hell Is Alone, The Other Figures In It Merely Projections. There Is Nothing To Escape From And Nothing To Escape To. One Is Always Alone.

Would It Have Been Worth While, To Have Bitten Off The Matter With A Smile, To Have Squeezed The Universe Into A Ball To Roll It Towards Some Overwhelming Question