When In Doubt, Choose Greatness.

No City Should Be Too Large For A Man To Walk Out Of In A Morning.

Green Leaves On A Dead Tree Is Our Epitaph-green Leaves, Dear Reader, On A Dead Tree.

We Are All Serving A Life Sentence In The Dungeon Of The Self.

Slums May Well Be Breeding Grounds Of Crime, But Middle Class Suburbs Are Incubators Of Apathy And Delirium.

The Civilization Of One Epoch Becomes The Manure Of The Next.