When The Rich Wage War, It's The

It Disturbs Me No More To Find Men Base, Unjust, Or Selfish Than To See Apes Mischievous, Wolves Savage, Or The Vulture Ravenous.

When One Does Nothing, One Believes Oneself Responsible For Everything.

A Pale Reflection Of Myself Wavers In My Consciousness...and Suddenly The “i” Pales, Pales, And Fades Out.

This Desire [to Write] Is Rather Strange All The Same And Is Not Without A Certain "cracked" Quality.

Hell Is For Other People.