Where Lies The Final Harbor, Whence We

The Sweetest Joys Of Life Grow In The Very Jaws Of Its Perils.

Lo! Ye Believers In Gods All Goodness, And In Man All Ill, Lo You! See The Omniscient Gods Oblivious Of Suffering Man; And Man, Though Idiotic, And Knowing Not What He Does, Yet Full Of The Sweet Things Of Love And Gratitude.

Human Madness Is Oftentimes A Cunning And Most Feline Thing

Traveling Takes The Ink Out Of One's Pen As Well As The Cash Out Of One's Purse.

For All His Tattooings He Was On The Whole A Clean, Comely Looking Cannibal.