Time Heals All Wounds.

Only God Gets Things Right The First Time.

Some Tears Have To Be Cried No Matter What The Hour- Until They Are, They Simply Rave And Burn Inside.

At Nineteen, It Seems To Me, One Has A Right To Be Arrogant; Time Has Usually Not Begun Its Stealthy And Rotten Subtractions. It Takes Away Your Hair And Your Jump-shot, According To A Popular Country Song, But In Truth It Takes Away A Lot More Than That.

Nobody Lives Forever, But We All Shine On.

The Poets Continually And Sometimes Wilfully Mistake Love. Love Is The Old Slaughterer.