The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The

They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.

Words Fail, There Are Times When Even They Fail.

Never But The One Matter. The Dead And Gone. The Dying And Going. From The Word Go.

Suffering Is The Main Condition Of The Artistic Experience.

Hardly Had The Glow Been Kindled By Some Good Deed On Your Part Or By Some Little Triumph Over Your Rivals Or By A Word Of Praisefrom Your Parents Or Mentors When It Would Begin To Cool And Fade Leaving You In A Very Short Time As Chill And Dim As Before.