What Man Would Dare Believe That All

It Was Different, Though, Knowing Something In Your Thoughts And Then Hearing It Confirmed, Made Real, Planted In The World Like A Tree

After A While, You Start To Realize That You Should Write A Book You Would Want To Read. I Try To Write A Book I Would Enjoy.

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.

It Is Always Difficult, Even With The Best Will In The World, To Look Back A Long Way And See Anything Resembling The Truth.