To Be A Complete Victim May Be

In Philosophy If You Aren't Moving At A Snail's Pace You Aren't Moving At All.

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

My Heart Was Beating Like An Army On The March.

Art Is Brief. (not In A Temporal Sense.) [...] Words Are For Concealment. Art Is Concealment.

All Our Failures Are Ultimately Failures In Love.