No Pen, No Ink, No Table, No

The Intellectual Imagination! With Me All Or Not At All. Non Serviam!

Moments Of Their Secret Life Together Burst Like Stars Upon His Memory.

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is My Own.

Our Civilization, Bequeathed To Us By Fierce Adventurers, Eaters Of Meat And Hunters, Is So Full Of Hurry And Combat, So Busy About Many Things Which Perhaps Are Of No Importance, That It Cannot But See Something Feeble In A Civilization Which Smiles As It Refuses To Make The Battlefield The Test Of Excellence.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.