Don't You Think I Was Made For

Love Is Bitter And All There Is, And That The Rest Is For The Emotional Beggars Of The Earth.

Why Is There Happiness And Comfort And Excitement Where You Are And No Where Else In The World.

Nobody Has Ever Been Able To Experience What They Have Thoroughly Understood - Or Understand What They Have Experienced Until They Have Achieved A Detachment That Renders Them Incapable Of Repeating The Experience.

Most People Hew The Battlements Of Life From Compromise, Erecting Their Impregnable Keeps From Judicious Submissions, Fabricating Their Philosophical Drawbridges From Emotional Retractions And Scalding Marauders In The Boiling Oil Of Sour Grapes.

Death Is The Only Real Elegance.