I Am Hard To Disgust, But A

All Are / Naked, None Is Safe.

Of The Crow-blue Mussel Shells, One Keeps Adjusting The Ash Heaps; Opening And Shutting Itself Like An Injured Fan.

A Writer Is Unfair To Himself When He Is Unable To Be Hard On Himself.

Your Thorns Are The Best Part Of You.

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.