I'm Claiming The Right To Be Unhappy.

Since Mozart's Day Composers Have Learned The Art Of Making Music Throatily And Palpitatingly Sexual.

Happiness Is Like Coke — Something You Get As A By-product In The Process Of Making Something Else.

The Silent Bear No Witness Against Themselves.

Habit Converts Luxurious Enjoyments Into Dull And Daily Necessities.

Good Is That Which Makes For Unity. Evil Is That Which Makes For Separateness.