Those To Whom Evil Is Donedo Evil

Let Me See What I Wrote So I Know What I Think

One Can Only Blaspheme If One Believes.

I'll Love You Till The Ocean Is Folded And Hung Up To Dry And The Seven Stars Go Squawking Like Geese About The Sky.

To Have A Sense Of Sin Means To Feel Guilty At There Being An Ethical Choice To Make, A Guilt Which, However "good" I May Become, Remains Unchanged.

Art Is Our Chief Means Of Breaking Bread With The Dead.