If Life Is Misery, Why

Death, In The Eastern Tradition, Was Only A Passage. What Wasn't Clear ... Was Toward What Place, What Reality, That Passage Led.

The World Is Alive And No Living Thing Has Any Remedy. That Is Our Fortune.

They Could Read Him, They Could Study Him, They Could Pick Him Apart, But They Couldn't Laugh Or Be Sad With Him.

There Is A Time For Reciting Poems And A Time For Fists.

I'm An Educated Man, The Prisons I Know Are Subtle Ones.