To Write Is A Humiliation.

Ambition Is A Dead Sea Fruit, And The Greatest Peril To The Soul Is That One Is Likely To Get Precisely What He Is Seeking.

We Cannot Live, Suffer Or Die For Somebody Else, For Suffering Is Too Precious To Be Shared.

I Know Sage, Wormwood, And Hyssop, But I Can't Smell Character Unless It Stinks.

Who Has Enough Credit In This World To Pay For His Mistakes?

Those Who Write For Lucre Or Fame Are Grosser Than The Cartel Robbers, For They Steal The Genius Of The People, Which Is Its Will To Resist Evil.