Hatred Makes Me Energetic, But Confused.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

My Father Was A Patriarch Inside A Matriarchy, But Never Knew It.

To Postpone Unpleasantness Is Human; To Forget It Is Divine.

Intelligence Without Power Cannibalizes Itself.

The Wretchedness Of Failure Is The Great Attraction Of Success.