I Am For People. I Can't Help

Life Salutes U When U Make Others Happy

Unless I Write Every Day, I Don't Feel I Deserve My Dinner.

Quebec From The Boat Looked Like The Ramparts Where Hamlet's Ghost Might Have Walked.

I Can't Understand Karl Marx, So How Can I Be A Communist?

As I Began To Love Myself I Found That Anguish And Emotional Suffering Are Only Warning Signs That I Was Living Against My Own Truth. Today, I Know, This Is "authenticity".