A Pessimist Is A Person Who Has

What Man Calls Civilization Always Results In Deserts.

Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He Went Blind.

An Old Stomach Reforms More Whiskey Drinkers Than A New Resolve.

Yes, He's Got All Them Different Kinds Of Thoroughbred Blood In Him, And He's Got Other Kinds You Ain't Mentioned And That You Ain't Slick Enough To See.

This Is Another Day! Are Its Eyes Blurred With Maudlin Grief For Any Wasted Past? A Thousand Thousand Failures Shall Not Daunt! Let Dust Clasp Dust, Death, Death; I Am Alive!