First Fight. Then Fiddle.

What, What Am I To Do With All Of This Life?

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.

I Believe We Should All Know Each Other, We Human Carriers Of So Many Pleasurable Differences. To Not Know Is To Doubt, To Shrink From, Sidestep Or Destroy.

Goodness Begins Simply With The Fact Of Life Itself.

We Are Each Other's Harvest; We Are Each Other's Business; We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.