When One Realizes That His

Who Has Enough Credit In This World To Pay For His Mistakes?

Hardly A Book Of Human Worth, Be It Heaven's Own Secret, Is Honestly Placed Before The Reader; It Is Either Shunned, Given A Periclean Funeral Oration In A Hundred And Fifty Words, Or Interred In The Potter's Field Of The Newspapers Back Pages.

We Cannot Live, Suffer Or Die For Somebody Else, For Suffering Is Too Precious To Be Shared.

It Takes A Long Time To Understand Nothing.

Every Decision You Make Is A Mistake.