Taste Is The Next Gift To Genius.

No Mud Can Soil Us But The Mud We Throw.

Granting Our Wish Is One Of Fate's Saddest Jokes.

We Look At Death Through The Cheap-glazed Windows Of The Flesh, And Believe Him The Monster Which The Flawed And Cracked Glass Represents Him.

Analysis Is Carried Into Everything. Even Deity Is Subjected To Chemical Tests.

Year By Year, More And More Of The World Gets Disenchanted. Even The Icy Privacy Of The Arctic And Antarctic Circles Is Invaded. We Have Played Jack Horner With Our Earth, Till There Is Never A Plum Left In It.