One's Life Is Peculiar To

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.

An Image Is A Stop The Mind Makes Between Uncertainties.

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.

You Beat The Liver Out Of A Goose To Get A Pâté; You Pound The Muscles Of A Man's Cardia To Get A Philosopher.

My War Brought Me Many Things; Let Yours Bring You As Much. Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself. No One Will Be Much Or Little Except In Someone Else's Mind, So Be Careful Of The Minds You Get Into, And Remember Lady Macbeth, Who Had Her Mind In Her Hand. We Can't All Be As Safe As That.