The Sea, The Snotgreen Sea, The Scrotumtightening

Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now And Ever In Good Stead.

Hold To The Now, The Here, Through Which All Future Plunges To The Past.

Sentimentality Is Unearned Emotion.

The Mouth Can Be Better Engaged Than With A Cylinder Of Rank Weed.

I Am Tomorrow, Or Some Future Day, What I Establish Today. I Am Today What I Established Yesterday Or Some Previous Day.