Absurd- That Is The Light Mind That

After Another Moment's Silence She Mumbled That I Was Peculiar, That That Was Probably Why She Loved Me But That One Day I Might Disgust Her For The Very Same Reason.

The Society Based On Production Is Only Productive, Not Creative.

I Am Too Much In Love With My Lies And Hypocrisies Not To Confess Them Fervently.

Happiness Is Generous. It Does Not Subsist On Destruction.

Without Work, All Life Goes Rotten. But When Work Is Soulless, Life Stifles And Dies.