Talent Imitates, Genius Steals.

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing

Genuine Blasphemy, Genuine In Spirit And Not Purely Verbal, Is The Product Of Partial Belief, And Is As Impossible To The Complete Atheist As To The Perfect Christian.

To Arrive Where You Are, To Get From Where You Are Not / You Must Go By A Way Wherein There Is No Ecstasy.

The Civil War Is Not Ended: I Question Whether Any Serious Civil War Ever Does End.

All Cases Are Unique And Very Similar To Others.