Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

In Solitude, When We Are Least Alone.

What Deep Wounds Ever Closed Without A Scar?

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.