War Is Like Love, It Always Finds

On Thinking About Hell, I Gather My Brother Shelley Found It Was A Place Much Like The City Of London. I Who Live In Los Angeles And Not In London Find, On Thinking About Hell, That It Must Be Still More Like Los Angeles.

Little Changes Are The Enemies Of Great Changes.

I Don't Trust Him. We're Friends.

For Time Flows On, And If It Did Not, It Would Be A Bad Prospect For Those Who Do Not Sit At Golden Tables. Methods Become Exhausted; Stimuli No Longer Work. New Problems Appear And Demand New Methods. Reality Changes; In Order To Represent It, Modes Of Representation Must Also Change. Nothing Comes From Nothing; The New Comes From The Old, But That Is Why It Is New.

Their Peace And Their War Are Like Wind And Storm. War Grows From Their Peace.