Do We Indulge Our Heart, Or Cater

Everyone Thinks They Can Be A Writer. Most People Dont Understand Whats Involved. The Real Writers Persevere. The Ones That Dont Either Dont Have Enough Fortitude And They Probably Wouldnt Succeed Anyway, Or They Fall In Love With The Glamour Of Writing As Opposed To The Writing Of Writing.

Life Is Not A Struggle. It's A Wiggle.

People Who Want To Appear Clever Rely On Memory. People Who Want To Get Things Done Make Lists.

Anger Begins As An Inner Twinge. We Sense Something Long Before It Blossoms (explodes?) Into An Emotional Tirade. If We Listen To This Twinge -- And Follow Its Advice -- The Emotional Outburst (or In Burst) Is Not Needed.

We Can Consciously End Our Life Almost Anytime We Choose. This Ability Is An Endowment, Like Laughing And Blushing, Given To No Other Animal... In Any Given Moment, By Not Exercising The Option Of Suicide, We Are Choosing To Live