Death Holds No Horrors. It Is Simply

I Remember A Time When A Cabbage Could Sell Itself By Being A Cabbage. Nowadays It’s No Good Being A Cabbage – Unless You Have An Agent And Pay Him A Commission. Nothing Is Free Anymore To Sell Itself Or Give Itself Away. These Days, Countess, Every Cabbage Has Its Pimp.

Close Your Eyes, All You See Is Yours.

When He (man) Ceased Any Longer To Heed The Words Of The Seers And Prophets, Science Lovingly Brought Forth The Radio.

Death Holds No Horrors. It Is Simply The Ultimate Horror Of Life.

There Is An Invisible Garment Woven Around Us From Our Earliest Years; It Is Made Of The Way We Eat, The Way We Walk, The Way We Greet People.