People May Show Jealousy, But Hide Their

Only Death Rescues Us From Dying.

Death Promises Nothing--not Even Oblivion.

As I Review My Life, I Feel I Must Have Missed The Point, Either Then Or Now.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

I Know God Exits, But I Don't Know Where.