I Take It That What

... It Was Written I Should Be Loyal To The Nightmare Of My Choice.

Any Fool Can Carry On, But A Wise Man Knows How To Shorten Sail In Time.

Danger Lies In The Writer Becoming The Victim Of His Own Exaggeration, Losing The Exact Notion Of Sincerity, And In The End Coming To Despise Truth Itself As Something Too Cold, Too Blunt For His Purpose -- As, In Fact, Not Good Enough For His Insistent Emotion. From Laughter And Tears The Descent Is Easy To Sniveling And Giggles.

It Is A Maudlin And Indecent Verity That Comes Out Through The Strength Of Wine.

A Word Carries Far, Very Far, Deals Destruction Through Time As The Bullets Go Flying Through Space.