A Man From Hell Is Not Afraid

Hell Is More Like Boredom, Or Not Having Enough To Do, And Too Much Time To Contemplate One's Deficiencies.

Both Therapy And Friendship Possessed The Common Denominator Of Discovering A Self.

Perhaps We Clutch At Life Only When We Have Never Lived Or Trusted It. Then Death Seems The Last And Greatest Defeat, The End Of Something Never Felt.

... Old Clothes, Old Friends, Old Books. One Needs Constants In A Traveling Life.

The Best Things Arrive On Time.