Life Is Like A Box Of Cookies.

What A Terrible Thing It Is To Wound Someone You Really Care For And To Do It So Unconsciously.

Sometimes Taking Time Is Actually A Shortcut.

Unfortunately, The Clock Is Ticking, The Hours Are Going By. The Past Increases, The Future Recedes. Possibilities Decreasing, Regrets Mounting.

The Honour Of Physical Decline Is Waiting, And You Have To Get Used To That Reality.

You Can Hide As Cleverly As You Like, But In The Final Analysis Mimicry Is Deception, Pure And Simple. It Doesn't Solve A Thing.