Genius, Like Truth, Has A Shabby And

Writing Is Conscience, Scruple, And The Farming Of Our Ancestors.

There Is A Strange And Mighty Race Of People Called The Americans Who Are Rapidly Becoming The Coldest In The World Because Of This Cruel, Man-eating Idol, Lucre.

When One Realizes That His Life Is Worthless He Either Commits Suicide Or Travels.

Those Who Write For Lucre Or Fame Are Grosser Than The Cartel Robbers, For They Steal The Genius Of The People, Which Is Its Will To Resist Evil.

A Man Who Can Be Entertaining For A Full Day Will Be In His Grave By Night-fall.