Nature Has No Compassion. Nature

I Always Held My Flower In A Clenched Fist.

Disappointment Is A Sort Of Bankruptcy - The Bankruptcy Of A Soul That Expends Too Much In Hope And Expectation.

Facts Are Counterrevolutionary.

To The Old, The New Is Usually Bad News.

It Is Our Talents Rusting Unused Within Us That Secrete The Poison Of Self-doubt Into Our Bloodstream.