Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain

If I Speak, I Am Condemned. If I Stay Silent, I Am Damned!

These Are True Felicities. No Joy Beyond These Joys. Love Is The Only Ecstasy, Everything Else Weeps

Happiness Lies For Those Who Cry, Those Who Hurt, Those Who Have Searched, And Those Who Have Tried For Only They Can Appreciate The Importance Of People Who Have Touched Their Lives.

The Beautiful Has But One Type, The Ugly Has A Thousand.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.