Our Lives Are Fictions, A Work We

Apart From Love, Which Is Not A Human Emotion, Of All The Rest My Last Words Would Best Read: It's All For The Experience.

I Am In Prayer. I Am One Hand, This Universe The Other.

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

Do It Right, Regret Nothing.

Poverty And War Have No Excuse.