Destiny And History Are Untidy.

Man Is The Only Thing That Has No Further Use After Something Goes Amiss.

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them. Stretch It As Thin As The Temple Flesh Of An Ailing Woman And Still It Serves To Ache The Bone And To Move The Bone About; And In Like Manner The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In A Torment. We Will Find No Comfort Until The Night Melts Away; Until The Fury Of The Night Rots Out Its Fire.

Certainty Always Produces Questions, Uncertainty Statements. It Is A Balancing Law Of Nature.

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.

I'm A Fart In A Gale Of Wind, A Humble Violet Under A Cow Pat.