Not Every Boy Thrown To The Wolves

It Is Often Pleasant To Stone A Martyr, No Matter How Much We May Admire Him.

He Wishes He Had Never Entered The Funhouse. But He Has. Then He Wishes He Were Dead. But He's Not. Therefore He Will Construct Funhouses For Others And Be Their Secret Operator -- Though He Would Rather Be Among The Lovers For Whom Funhouses Are Designed.

Nothing Is Loathsomer Than The Self-loathing Of A Self One Loathes.

If You Would Learn A Thing, Straightway Declare Yourself A Professor Of It!

Yet Everyone Begins In The Same Place; How Is It That Most Go Along Without Difficulty But A Few Lose Their Way?