For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger

In The Vast Reaches Of The Dry, Cold Night, Thousands Of Stars Were Constantly Appearing, And Their Sparkling Icicles, Loosened At Once, Began To Slip Gradually Toward The Horizon.

In Short, They Were Gambling On Their Luck, And Luck Is Not To Be Coerced.

The First Concern Of Any Dictatorship Is, Consequently, To Subjugate Both Labor And Culture.

Do You Believe In God, Doctor?" No - But What Does That Really Mean? I'm Fumbling In The Dark, Struggling To Make Something Out. But I've Long Ceased Finding That Original.

There Are People Who Vindicate The World, Who Help Others Live Just By Their Presence.