The Suitable Is The Last Thing We

... To Be "literary" Appeared To My Deluded Innocence As An Unending Romance.

Tilling The Fertile Soil Of Man's Vanity.

Words, Like Acts, Become Stale When They Are Repeated.

To A Thrifty Theologian, Bent On Redemption With Economy, There Are Few Points Of Ethics Too Fine-spun For Splitting.

The Truth Is I've Got The Land On My Back, An' It's Drivin' Me. Land Is A Hard Driver.