The Soul May Sleep And The Body

We Semaphore From Ship To Ship, But They're Sinking, Too.

I'm Afraid To Win, And Afraid To Lose; I Hate A Draw And Can't Stop Competing; Otherwise I'm Fine.

There Are Whole Years For Which I Hope I'll Never Be Cross-examined, For I Could Not Give An Alibi.

An Artist Usually Has No Friends Except Other Artists, And Usually They Do Not Like His Work.

Whenever We Safely Land In A Plane, We Promise God A Little Something.