Rereading, We Find A New Book.

My Struggles With Myself Seldom Reach Aerobic Level.

Flattery And Insults Raise The Same Question: What Do You Want?

Trust, But Look For The Exits.

The Young Have Stolen Our Youthfulness, And Flaunt It Without Shame.

The Public Is A Hibernating Bear, Hard To Awaken And Fond Of Honey.