Life Loves The Liver Of It. You

Never Whine. Whining Lets A Brute Know That A Victim Is In The Neighborhood.

Listen To Some Good Poetry. You See? It Keeps Us From Thinking We Are Only What Our Blatant Appetites Describe Us As.

The Problem I Have With Haters Is That They See My Glory, But They Don't Know My Story.

There Are Some Nights When Sleep Plays Coy, Aloof And Disdainful. And All The Wiles That I Employ To Win Its Service To My Side Are Useless As Wounded Pride, And Much More Painful.

The Need For Change Bulldozed A Road Down The Center Of My Mind.