Don't Loaf And Invite Inspiration; Light Out

I Was Carrying A Beautiful Alcoholic Conflagration Around With Me. The Thing Fed On Its Own Heat And Flamed The Fiercer. There Was No Time, In All My Waking Time, That I Didn't Want A Drink. I Began To Anticipate The Completion Of My Daily Thousand Words By Taking A Drink When Only Five Hundred Words Were Written. It Was Not Long Until I Prefaced The Beginning Of The Thousand Words With A Drink.

So That Was The Way. No Fair Play. Once Down, That Was The End Of You.

...in His Gambling, He Had One Besetting Weakness -- Faith In A System; And This Made His Damnation Certain.

I Would Rather Be Ashes Than Dust.

It Is Good That Man Should Accept At Face Value The Cheats Of Sense And Snares Of Flesh, And Through The Fogs Of Sentiency Pursue The Lures And Lies Of Passion.