The Second Half Of The Twentieth Century

What's The Good Of Not Believing? Today It's Your Wife You Don't Believe; Tomorrow It's God Himself You Won't Take Stock In.

Every Creator Painfully Experiences The Chasm Between His Inner Vision And Its Ultimate Expression.

Those Who Run Around With Women Don't Walk Tightropes. They Find It Hard Enough To Crawl On The Ground.

Life Is God's Novel. Let Him Write It.

Every Body Resisted (the Slaughterer) In Its Own Fashion, Tried To Escape And Seemed To Argue With The Creator To Its Last Breath.