You Believe In A God That Plays

He Who Can No Longer Pause To Wonder And Stand Rapt In Awe, Is As Good As Dead; His Eyes Are Closed.

A Ship Is Always Safe At The Shore - But That Is Not What It Is Built For.

Politics Is A Pendulum Whose Swings Between Anarchy And Tyranny Are Fueled By Perennially Rejuvenated Illusions.

Since That Deluge Of Newspaper Articles I Have Been So Flooded With Questions, Invitations, Suggestions, That I Keep Dreaming I Am Roasting In Hell, And The Mailman Is The Devil Eternally Yelling At Me, Showering Me With More Bundles Of Letters At My Head Because I Have Not Answered The Old Ones.

If You Are Out To Describe The Truth, Leave Elegance To The Tailor.