They Tease Me Now, Telling Me It

God Is The Pain Of The Fear Of Death

He Who Masters The Grey Everyday Is A Hero.

Granted I Am A Babbler, A Harmless Vexatious Babbler, Like All Of Us. But What Is To Be Done If The Direct And Sole Vocation Of Every Intelligent Man Is Babble, That Is, The Intentional Pouring Of Water Through A Sieve?

To Love Another Person Is To See Them As God Intended Them To Be.

One Can Know A Man From His Laugh, And If You Like A Man's Laugh Before You Know Anything Of Him, You May Confidently Say That He Is A Good Man.