To Live Is To War With Trolls.

Rob The Average Man Of His Life-illusion, And You Rob Him Of His Happiness At The Same Stroke.

The Starving Poet Business Is No Good Nowadays.

To Live Is - To War With Trolls In The Holds Of The Heart And Mind

Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines. There Must Be Ghosts All The Country Over, As Thick As The Sand Of The Sea.... We Are, One And All, So Pitifully Afraid Of The Light.

Labor And Trouble One Can Always Get Through Alone, But It Takes Two To Be Glad.