The Desire For Order Is The Only

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory.

We Can Know Nothing Till After This Grave Debate. The Soul Must Withdraw, For This Is Not Its Hour. Now The Knife Must Divide The Flesh, And Lay The Ravage Bare, And Do Its Work Completely.

Courtesy Is Not Dead - It Has Merely Taken Refuge In Great Britain.

I Can No Longer Think What I Want To Think. My Thoughts Have Been Replaced By Moving Images.

The Man Who Has Entered Into A Beautiful Union Is Sure Of At Least One Person To Whom He Can Give The Best That He Possesses.