My Strength Has Not Equaled My Mad

Writing A Journal Means That Facing Your Ocean You Are Afraid To Swim Across It, So You Attempt To Drink It Drop By Drop.

...je N’ai Pas Cessé De L’être Si C’est D’être Jeune Que D’aimer Toujours !... L’humanité N’est Pas Un Vain Mot. Notre Vie Est Faite D’amour, Et Ne Plus Aimer C’est Ne Plus Vivre." (i Have Never Ceased To Be Young, If Being Young Is Always Loving... Humanity Is Not A Vain Word. Our Life Is Made Of Love, And To Love No Longer Is To Live No Longer.)

Nature Distributes Her Favors Unequally.

A Child Motivated By Competitive Ideals Will Grow Into A Man Without Conscience, Shame, Or True Dignity.

Charity Degrades Those Who Receive It And Hardens Those Who Dispense It.