Many Who Would Not Take The Last

Self-confidence Grows On Trees, In Other People's Orchards.

My Thoughts, I Guess, Are Bitter; Who But The Bitter Have Thoughts?

There Is Always Some Specific Moment When We Become Aware That Our Youth Is Gone; But, Years After, We Know It Was Much Later.

With Each Passing Year, One Has Less To Say, And Knows Better How To Say It.

Spite Is Never Lonely; Envy Always Tags Along.