Use No Word That Under Stress Of

All My Life I Believed I Knew Something. But Then One Strange Day Came When I Realized That I Knew Nothing, Yes, I Knew Nothing. And So Words Became Void Of Meaning. I Have Arrived Too Late At Ultimate Uncertainty.

The Age Demanded An Image Of Its Accelerated Grimace, Something For The Modern Stage, Not, At Any Rate, An Attic Grace.

Small Talk Comes From Small Bones

Somebody Said That I Am The Last American Living The Tragedy Of Europe.

Where The Dead Walked And The Living Were Made Of Cardboard.