Life Is Too Short To Drink Bad

I Am The Spirit That Denies.

Night Is The Other Half Of Life, And The Better Half.

A Stated Truth Loses Its Grace, But A Repeated Error Appears Insipid And Ridiculous.

There Is No Past We Can Bring Back By Longing For It. There Is Only An Eternal Now That Builds And Creates Out Of The Past Something New And Better.

The Desire To Explain What Is Simple By What Is Complex, What Is Easy By What Is Difficult, Is A Calamity.