I Hate Telling That Story

To Exist In This Vast Universe For A Speck Of Time Is The Great Gift Of Life. Our Tiny Sliver Of Time Is Our Gift Of Life. It Is Our Only Life. The Universe Will Go On, Indifferent To Our Brief Existence, But While We Are Here We Touch Not Just Part Of That Vastness, But Also The Lives Around Us. Life Is The Gift Each Of Us Has Been Given. Each Life Is Our Own And No One Else's. It Is Precious Beyond All Counting. It Is The Greatest Value We Can Have. Cherish It For What It Truly Is..... Your Life Is Yours Alone. Rise Up And Live It.

You Talk Like A Drunk Man Walks: In Every Direction But Where He Be Headed.

After That, I Came Back Every Year. Everyone Said, 'well, When You Retire You Can Move There.' But I Said, 'why Should I Live My Whole Life Where I Don't Want To Be.'

Right And Wrong Are Not The Product Of Census.

Reason And Reality Are The Only Means To Just Laws; Mindless Wishes, If Given Sovereignty, Become Deadly Masters.