Not Everyone Is Worth Listening To.

Cynics Are - Beneath It All - Only Idealists With Awkwardly High Standards.

As We Write, So We Build: To Keep A Record Of What Matters To Us.

One Of Our Major Flaws, And Causes Of Unhappiness, Is That We Find It Hard To Take Note Of Appreciate And Be Grateful For What Is Always Around Us. We Suffer Because We Lose Sight Of The Value Of What Is Before Us And Yearn, Often Unfairly, For The Imagined Attraction Elsewhere.

Let Death Find Us As We Are Building Up Our Matchstick Protests Against Its Waves.

The Arrogance That Says Analysing The Relationship Between Reasons And Causes Is More Important Than Writing A Philosophy Of Shyness Or Sadness Or Friendship Drives Me Nuts. I Can't Accept That.