Twas Something Else. I Had Come To

It's Better To Be Good Than Evil, But One Achieves Goodness At A Terrific Cost.

Good Luck Is Just Bad Luck With Its Hair Combed.

Each Life Makes Its Own Immitation Of Immortality.

Once, During The Drinking Phase, Wendy Had Accused Him Of Desiring His Own Destruction But Not Possessing The Necessary Moral Fiber To Support A Full-blown Deathwish. So He Manufactured Ways In Which Other People Could Do It, Lopping A Piece At A Time Off Himself And Their Family.

You Can't Polish A Turd.