I Have No Enemies. I Dont Permit

What Man Is Such A Coward He Would Not Rather Fall Once Than Remain Forever Tottering?

The Way Of The World Is To Bloom And To Flower And Die But In The Affairs Of Men There Is No Waning And The Noon Of His Expression Signals The Onset Of Night. His Spirit Is Exhausted At The Peak Of Its Achievement. His Meridian Is At Once His Darkening And The Evening Of His Day.

When The Lambs Is Lost In The Mountain, He Said. They Is Cry. Sometime Come The Mother. Sometime The Wolf.

The Core Of Literature Is The Idea Of Tragedy... You Don't Really Learn Much From The Good Things That Happen To You.

People Think They Know What They Want But They Generally Don't. Sometimes If They're Lucky They'll Get It Anyways.