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No Man Who Says, 'i'm As Good As You,' Believes It. He Would Not Say It If He Did.

Grief Is Like A Bomber Circling Round And Dropping Its Bombs Each Time The Circle Brings It Overhead; Physical Pain Is Like The Steady Barrage On A Trench In World War One, Hours If It With No Let-up For A Moment. Thought Is Never Static Pain Often Is... Is It Not Yet Enough?

Heaven Offers Nothing That A Mercenary Soul Can Desire.

A Little Lie Is Like A Little Pregnancy It Doesn't Take Long Before Everyone Knows.

Be Sure That The Ins And Outs Of Your Individuality Are No Mystery To Him; And One Day They Will No Longer Be A Mystery To You.