The Praise That Comes From

The Best Place A Person Can Die, Is Where They Die For Others.

I Know Not, Sir, Whether Bacon Wrote The Works Of Shakespeare, But If He Did Not, It Seems To Me That He Missed The Opportunity Of His Life.

Boy, Why Are You Crying?

If You Shut Your Eyes And Are A Lucky One, You May See At Times A Shapeless Pool Of Lovely Pale Colours Suspended In The Darkness; Then If You Squeeze Your Eyes Tighter, The Pool Begins To Take Shape, And The Colours Become So Vivid That With Another Squeeze They Must Go On Fire.

May God Blast Anyone Who Writes A Biography Of Me.