Negative People Present Us With An Accelereted

What Did A Few Ripples In The Flesh Matter When, All Too Soon, Now Or Later, That Flesh Would Be Making Its Return Journey To Dust?

I Believe That Dreams Transport Us Through The Underside Of Our Days, And That If We Wish To Become Acquainted With The Dark Side Of What We Are, The Signposts Are There, Waiting For Us To Translate Them.

At Times ... One Is Downright Thankful For The Self-absorption Of Other People.

If There Is Such A Thing As Sin In This World, I Think It Must Be Shutting Oneself Up Against Hope.

The Race Of Children Possesses Magically Sagacious Powers.