The Cruelest Thing You Can Do To

Sundown. The Distressed Sloop, Its Mainmast Shattered By Lightning, Its Sails Ripped By The Winds Of The Open Sea, Drifted Into The Small, Quiet Beach Of A Private Island In The Lesser Antilles

Hope, Perhaps The Most Dangerous Of All Emotions And Perhaps The Most Necessary.

The Easiest Thing In The World Is To Convince Yourself That You're Right. As One Grows Old, It Is Easier Still.

...summer Nights Held A Special Kind Of Loneliness That Gave Rise To Strange Imaginings. One Walked The Beach Alone And Thought Too Much.

How Gratifying To Be There When Arrogance Collapses. How Much More So To Be The Instrument. (alfred Gillette)