Better A Soulless Clone... Than A Souled

Leaves Turned To Soil Beneath My Feet. Thus It Is, Trees Eat Themselves.

Historically, Unfortunately, Race Seems To Be The Major Division That Humanity Has Imposed On Itself, A Way Of Subdividing Into Smaller Groups.

'y' Is About The Weakest Letter Of All. 'y' Can't Make Up Its Mind If It's A Vowel Or A Consonant, Can It?

My Life Amounts To No More Than One Drop In A Limitless Ocean. Yet What Is Any Ocean, But A Multitude Of Drops?

Japanese Food Makes Me Feel Particularly Good.