No One Ever Lacks A Good Reason

It Is Not That The Child Lives In A World Of Imagination, But That The Child Within Us Survives And Starts Into Life Only At Rare Moments Of Recollection, Which Makes Us Believe, And It Is Not True, That, As Children, We Were Imaginative?

The Only Reason Why We Are Always Thinking Of Our Own Ego Is That We Have To Live With It More Continuously Than With Anyone Else's.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.

But Here's The Worst Part: The Trick To Life Lies In Hiding From Those We Hold Most Dear How Much They Mean To Is; If Not, We'd Lose Them.

A Love Thought: I Love You So Much That I Could Wish I Had Been Born Your Brother, Or Had Brought You Into The World Myself.