The Righteous One Has No Sense Of

Alas,we Who Wanted Kindness, Could Not Be Kind Ourselves.

Righteous People Have No Sense Of Humor.

People Who Understand Everything Get No Stories.

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.

One Must Live Well To Know What Living Is.