As An Elder I Mistrust The Wisdom

Some Live In A State Of Passionate Indecision.

Loving, Not The Beloved, Is The Joy Of Love. The Beloved, Knowing This, Most Resolutely Declines To Be Grateful.

Imprudence Relies On Luck, Prudence On Method. That Gives Prudence Less Edge Than It Expects.

I Regret. I Apologize. I Blame Myself. I Continue As Before.

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