I Guess If Everybody Went Crazy Together

In The End We All Come To Be Cured Of Our Sentiments.

For The Poor Any Choice Was A Gift With Two Faces.

You Are Either Born A Writer Or You Are Not.

Men Of God And Men Of War Have Strange Affinities.

Our Waking Life's Desire To Shape The World To Our Convenience Invites All Manner Of Paradox And Difficulty.