With God, What Is Terrible

Our Entire Life, With Our Fine Moral Code And Our Precious Freedom, Consists Ultimately In Accepting Ourselves As We Are.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

One Can Be A Patriot, You Know, Without Making One's Wife Join The Breadline.

One Cannot Weep For The Entire World, It Is Beyond Human Strength. One Must Choose.