Man, longs to be divine like all the lights in the cosmos; until he understands his calling, he is nothing but a lamppost.

Let others deny the value of your warrior class but all will agree when you pass, "there goes a man.

Like some odd politician most men exist in a perpetual state of apology with the world and one of constant flagellation with themselves.

Such a simple yet sacred thing to know that you are a man but so profane to doubt it.

Brutal men clumsy in skill weave a warped pattern of their life and wonder how they become entangled in it.

Unless a man already has it together, attempting to live more manfully by moving to Hollywood is no different than an elephant going to a graveyard to prevent itself from dying.