As A Rule, It Was The Pleasure-haters

Those Who Will Not Reason, Perish In The Act. Those Who Will Not Act, Perish For That Reason.

In Headaches And In Worry Vaguely Life Leaks Away, And Time Will Have His Fancy To-morrow Or Today.

All Sins Tend To Be Addictive, And The Terminal Point Of Addiction Is Damnation.

My Face Looks Like A Wedding-cake Left Out In The Rain.

The Most Important Truths Are Likely To Be Those Which Society At That Time Least Wants To Hear.