Old Friends Are Memories Personified.

I Don't Think It Is As Much A Human Foible As It Is A Human Curse That We Cannot Understand The Beauty Of A Thing Until It Is Gone.

Some So Fear The Future That They Suffocate The Present. It's Like Committing Suicide To Avoid Being Murdered.

Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain And Ecstasy Share The Same Hour

Sometimes We Can Only Find Ourselves By First Losing Ourselves.

What A Culture We Live In, We Are Swimming In An Ocean Of Information, And Drowning In Ignorance.