Opportunity Often Goes Begging. Luck, Never.

Thinking About The Universe Has Now Been Handed Over To Specialists. The Rest Of Us Merely Read About It.

Arrogance Frowns; Pride Smiles.

Writing Is A Refuge From Unhappiness, But Has Its Own Sorrows.

The Ravaged Face In The Mirror Hides The Enchanting Youth That Is The Real Me.

Envy Grieves. Jealousy Rages.