If We Couldn't Laugh We Would All

Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art And Religion Love The Somber Chord.

The Only Way Out Is To Go Through

There Are Few Sorrows, However Poignant, In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.