I Love My Rejection Slips. They Show

Let Me Live, Love And Say It Well In Good Sentences.

The Box Is Only Temporary.

And If You Have No Past Or Future Which, After All, Is All That The Present Is Made Of, Why Then You May As Well Dispose Of The Empty Shell Of Present And Commit Suicide.

You Cannot Regard Your Own Life With Objective Curiosity All The Time.

Even Amidst Fierce Flames The Golden Lotus Can Be Planted.