When We Are Not Sure, We Are

There Is A Point Of No Return, Unremarked At The Time, In Most Lives.

Destruction After All Is A Form Of Creation.

If You Live In A Place For Long You Cease To Read About It.

All The Emotions Have Something In Common. People Are Quite Aware Of The Sorrow There Always Is In Lust, But They Are Not So Aware Of The Lust There Is In Sorrow.

You Think It More Difficult To Turn Air Into Wine Than To Turn Wine Into Blood?.