Peace ... Is A Morbid

The Reward Of Art Is Not Fame Or Success But Intoxication.

Miserable Orpheus Who, Turning To Lose His Eurydice, Beholds Her For The First Time As Well As The Last.

The American Language Is In A State Of Flux Based Upon Survival Of The Unfittest.

Better To Write For Yourself And Have No Public, Than To Write For The Public And Have No Self.

The Expulsion From Eden Is An Act Of Vindictive Womanish Spite; The Fall Of Man, As Recounted In The Bible, Comes Nearer To The Fall Of God.