I Do Not Remember Joy Or Sorrow

Many Attempt To Harvest What Was Never Planted.

Thank God For The Passing Of The Discomforts And Vile Cuisine Of The Age Of Chivalry!

No Matter How Close Thought Sticks To The Actual, It Follows Its Own Rules.

Mortality: Not Acquittal But A Series Of Postponements Is What We Hope For.

The Morose One Refuses To Smile Even When He Has Just Had His Teeth Cleaned.