To Live Is - To War With

A Party Is Like A Sausage Machine, It Grinds Up All Sorts Of Heads Together Into The Same Baloney.

The Man-at-arms Is The Only Man.

It's A Liberation To Know That An Act Of Spontaneous Courage Is Yet Possible In This World. An Act That Has Something Of Unconditional Beauty.

If Only I Could Master That Demon Of Procrastination That Goes About Like A Roaring Lion And Devours All My Good Intentions, I Should Become The Most Punctual Man In The World.

Money May Be The Husk Of Many Things But Not The Kernel. It Brings You Food, But Not Appetite; Medicine, But Not Health; Acquaintance, But Not Friends; Servants, But Not Loyalty; Days Of Joy, But Not Peace Or Happiness.