Maybe All One Can Do Is Hope

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He's Liked, But He's Not Well Liked.

Can Anyone Remember Love? It's Like Trying To Summon Up The Smell Of Roses In A Cellar. You Might See A Rose, But Never The Perfume.

A Play Is Made By Sensing How The Forces In Life Simulate Ignorance-you Set Free The Concealed Irony, The Deadly Joke.

I'm Sure There Are Writers Who Are Great Businessmen, But I Never Met Any.