Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live

The Past Is Dead And Buried. But I Know Now That Buried Things Have A Way Of Rising To The Surface When One Least Expects Them To.

The Truth Is, It's Not A Great Career Move To Create A Readership And Then, In Effect, Abandon Them.

Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live

Each Heart Has Its Graveyard, Each Household Its Dead, And Knells Ring Around Us Wherever We Tread, And The Feet That Awhile Made Our Pathway So Bright Pass On To A Land That Is Out Of Our Sight.

Love Is Nothing But Lust Misspelled.