What Is Peace? Is It War? No.

Be Natural My Children. For The Writer That Is Natural Has Fulfilled All The Rules Of Art.

Nothing Of What Is Nobly Done Is Ever Lost.

Rich Folks May Ride On Camels, But It Ain't So Easy For 'em To See Out Of A Needle's Eye.

Although I Am An Old Man, Night Is Generally My Time For Walking.

Such Is Hope, Heaven's Own Gift To Struggling Mortals, Pervading, Like Some Subtle Essence From The Skies, All Things Both Good And Bad.