Not An Insult Sweetie. That Was A

No One Can Genuinely Love The World, Which Is Too Large To Love Entire. To Love All The World At Once Is Pretense Or Dangerous Self-delusion. Loving The World Is Like Loving The Idea Of Love, Which Is Perilous Because, Feeling Virtuous About This Grand Affection, You Are Freed From The Struggles And The Duties That Come With Loving People As Individuals.

Reality Isn't What It Used To Be.

His Blue Eyes Were Seas Where Sorrow Sailed.

If You Write With Passion In Your Own Style, You Will Make A Place For Yourself

In Our Age, Self-indulgence And Self-destruction, Rather Than Self-sacrifice, Are The Foundations For New Heroic Myths.