I Reserve The Right To

He Was Jealous Of Her Future, And She Of His Past.

The Complaints Of The Child In Us Will Never Cease Lamenting Until It Is Consoled, Answered, Understood. Only Then Will It Lie Still In Us, Like Our Fears. It Will Die In Peace And Leave Us What The Child Leaves To The Man - The Sense Of Wonder.

Experience Teaches Acceptance Of The Imperfect As Life.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

His Life Rushes Onward In Such Torrential Rhythm That...only Angels And Devils Can Catch The Tempo Of It.