I Build Only Living Stones--men.

The Farce Is Finished. I Go To Seek A Vast Perhaps.

Bring Down The Curtain, The Farce Is Over

A Certain Jollity Of Mind, Pickled In The Scorn Of Fortune.

I'd Rather Write About Laughing Than Crying, For Laughter Makes Men Human, And Courageous.

From The Gut Comes The Strut, And Where Hunger Reigns, Strength Abstains.