A Man's Sorrow Runs Uphill;

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.

A Man Is Whole Only When He Takes Into Account His Shadow.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

Sleep Demands Of Us A Guilty Immunity.

In The Acceptance Of Depravity The Sense Of The Past Is Most Truly Captured. What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance? Corruption Is The Age Of Time.