Go On Failing. Go On. Only Next

The Short Winter’s Day Was Drawing To A Close. It Seems To Me Sometimes That These Are The Only Days I Have Ever Known, And Especially That Most Charming Moment Of All, Just Before Night Wipes Them Out.

Habit Is The Ballast That Chains The Dog To His Vomit.

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.

Go On Failing. Go On. Only Next Time, Try To Fail Better.

We Are All Born; Some Remain So.