In And Out Of My Heart Flowed

You Lose Your Immortality When You Lose Your Memory.

Our Best Yesterdays Are Now Foul Piles Of Crumpled Names.

Do Those Clowns Really Believe What They Teach?

There Is Nothing In The World That I Loathe More Than Group Activity, That Communal Bath Where The Hairy And Slippery Mix In A Multiplication Of Mediocrity.

For Better Or Worse, It Is The Commentator Who Has The Last Word.