End Is A Gloomy Word.

If You're Looking For Something To Be Brave About, Consider Fine Arts.

He Thought That I Was After Him For A Feather--- The White One In His Tail: Like One Who Takes Everything Said As Personal To Himself.

Live And Let Live, Believe And Let Believe. 'twas Said The Lesser Gods Were Only Traits Of The One Awful God. Just So The Saints Are God's White Light Refracted Into Colors.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

Hope Is Not Found In A Way Out But A Way Through.