Give Me The Right Word And The

... It Was Written I Should Be Loyal To The Nightmare Of My Choice.

Life Knows Us Not And We Do Not Know Life—-we Don’t Know Even Our Own Thoughts. Half The Words We Use Have No Meaning Whatever And Of The Other Half Each Man Understands Each Word After The Fashion Of His Own Folly And Conceit. Faith Is A Myth And Beliefs Shift Like Mists On The Shore; Thoughts Vanish; Words, Once Pronounced, Die; And The Memory Of Yesterday Is As Shadowy As The Hope Of Tomorrow

A Man's Most Open Actions Have A Secret Side To Them.

It Echoed Loudly Within Him Because He Was Hollow At The Core.

Any Work That Aspires, However Humbly, To The Condition Of Art Should Carry Its Justification In Every Line.