There Sat I, A Faded

The Man In Ecstasy And The Man Drowning - Both Throw Up Their Arms. The First To Signify Harmony, The Second To Signify Strife With The Elements.

Now The Sirens Have A Still More Fatal Weapon Than Their Song, Namely Their Silence... Someone Might Possibly Have Escaped From Their Singing; But From Their Silence, Certainly Never.

Productivity Is Being Able To Do Things That You Were Never Able To Do Before.

From A Real Antagonist One Gains Boundless Courage.

There Will Be No Proof That I Ever Was A Writer.