Our Moods Do Not Believe In Each

We Are A Puny And Fickle Folk. Avarice, Hesitation, And Following Are Our Diseases.

One Of The Illusions Of Life Is That The Present Hour Is Not The Critical, Decisive One.

Goodness That Preaches Undoes Itself.

There Are Books... Which Rank In Our Life With Parents And Lovers And Passionate Experiences.

I Suffer Whenever I See That Common Sight Of A Parent Or Senior Imposing His Opinion And Way Of Thinking And Being On A Young Soul To Which They Are Totally Unfit. Cannot We Let People Be Themselves, And Enjoy Life In Their Own Way? You Are Trying To Make That Man Another You. One's Enough.