Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.

God! Is There Anything Uglier Than A Frightened Man!

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.