Marriage Isn't A Tram. It Doesn't Have

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

It's Easier To Sell Junk When You're Known Than Works Of Genius When You're Unknown.

How Different Each Death Is, And Yet It Leads Us Into The Self-same Country, That Country Which We Inhabit So Rarely, Where We See The Worthlessness Of What We Have Long Pursued And Will So Soon Return To Pursuing.

All Our Failures Are Ultimately Failures In Love.

In Almost Every Marriage There Is A Selfish And An Unselfish Partner. A Pattern Is Set Up And Soon Becomes Inflexible, Of One Person Always Making The Demands And One Person Always Giving Way.