The Cigar Is The Perfect

Party Politics Is Now A Real Farce.

Writing A Journal Means That Facing Your Ocean You Are Afraid To Swim Across It, So You Attempt To Drink It Drop By Drop.

I See Upon Their Noble Brows The Seal Of The Lord, For They Were Born Kings Of The Earth Far More Truly Than Those Who Possess It Only From Having Bought It.

I Know That I Have Found Fulfillment. I Have An Object In Life, A Task ... A Passion.

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.