Guilt Starts As A Feeling Of Failure.

I Don't Speak ... I Operate A Machine Called Language. It Creaks And Groans, But Is Mine Own.

No Matter How Much We Ask After The Truth, Self-awareness Is Often Unpleasant. We Do Not Feel Kindly Toward The Truthsayer.

Parting With Friends Is A Sadness. A Place Is Only A Place.

A Human Being Can Stand Any Amount Of Pain.

Often I Must Speak Otherwise Than I Think. This Is Called Diplomacy.