Fear Regulates. Appetite Impels.

God May Be A Human Creation, But He Goes His Way, Not Ours.

My Mentors Grow Old And Foolish. I Am Afraid.

Guilt Stirs Me, But Only To Self-pity.

Whatever Is Spoken Of Acquires A Certain Existence.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.