When I Go Out, I Hope To

Ultimately, Blind Faith Is The Only Kind.

Passion Cooks. Reason Cleans.

Cynicism Is Full Of Naive Disappointments.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

Work Saves Us From Melancholy. Pleasure Exposes Us To It.