To Be Adult Is To Be Alone.

Certain Brief Sentences Are Peerless In Their Ability To Give One The Feeling That Nothing Remains To Be Said.

There Are Big And Little Truths, But All Belong To The Same Race.

To Reflect Is To Disturb One's Thoughts.

It Is Horrible To See Everything That One Detested In The Past Coming Back Wearing The Colors Of The Future.

Kill One Man, And You Are Murderer.