Even Hatred Of Vileness Distorts A Mans

With Drooping Shoulders The Majority Sit Hunched, Their Foreheads Furrowed Like Stony Ground That Has Been Repeatedly Ploughed-up To No Purpose.

For What's The Use Of Talking With A Man Who Has A Disease And Thinks About The Stars?

What A Miserable Thing Life Is: You're In Clover; Only The Clover Isn't Good Enough.

What Is The Robbing Of A Bank Compared To The Founding Of A Bank?

I Don't Like Where I'm Going And I Don't Like Where I've Been. Why Am I In A Hurry?