Power May Be At The End Of

The Time For Reasoning Is Past; Now's The Time To Get Steamed Up And Fight Like Mad.

Violence Is A Calm That Disturbs You.

My Heart's In My Hand, And My Hand Is Pierced, And My Hand's In The Bag, And The Bag Is Shut, And My Heart Is Caught.

Though They May Not Always Be Handsome Men Doomed To Evil Posses The Manly Virtues.

Solitude, As I Understand It, Does Not Signify An Unhappy State, But Rather Secret Royalty, Profound Incommunicability Yet A More Or Less Obscure Knowledge Of An Invulnerable Singularity.